These gangsters stole my divine inspiration. All that matters to me. My identity. Now I stole their lives. They burned in a flame of justice. Their screams of pain are echoing the same way as my agonized scream ringed when I learned about their betrayal.

No, I do not regret anything. These trains are sacred to me. I hope the mourners can forgive me, but their relatives and loved ones died for a just cause.

t. Barisaku-kun