I do not know of these names you call
I only know of you, Eden.
And many more.
I feel sorrow for the ones dragged into this hell.
I feel sorrow for the ones you have accused.
I feel sorry that I am not who you think I am.
But I do not feel sorrow for your actions. You know what you've done.
Your victims have too.
And I am sorry.
If you truly want to know who I am, look around you.
I am no one you know but someone you trust.