The 'value of effort' you spoke of was truly noble. That's why I wanted to defile it even more. In the air of the dawn, filled only with silence, I quietly gaze at the perfect world you've built. The sound of the mechanical pencil in your hand felt like it was strangling me, so I finally dropped a small pill from my pocket into your drink. The bubbles fizzed, whispering of your ruin. I handed you the glass, wearing a smile as deep as the night sky.

Why don't you drink this and clear your head for a bit?

Drink it, my idol and my friend. And tomorrow morning, graciously present me with the process and the result of your most miserable fall.