酒精如惡魔般蠶食了主角原本溫柔的靈魂，昔日祥和的家被躁鬱的陰影籠罩。看著曾是摯友的大黑貓「普魯托」對自己日益恐懼與疏離，他內心殘存的良知在醉意中扭曲，悔恨竟悄然轉化為一股不可理喻的邪惡怨恨，心魔的萌芽已不可遏止。
Alcohol, like a demon, has corroded the protagonist’s formerly gentle soul, enveloping his once-peaceful home in the shadow of irritability. Watching his former best friend, the giant black cat Pluto, become increasingly fearful and distant, his remaining conscience twists in drunkenness. Regret subtly mutates into a senseless, evil resentment; the unchecked seed of darkness has begun to sprout.
中文
酒精這個惡魔夜以繼日地在我血管中流淌，將我心中昔日所有的善良與溫柔啃噬殆盡，我的脾氣變得比以往更加陰鬱與無常，整個家彷彿被一層沉悶而窒息的陰影籠罩。妻子瑪麗在我眼中漸漸失去了往日的溫婉，她的關切與忍讓只會讓我感到無比厭煩，而家中曾經帶給我無盡快樂的小動物們，如今也變成了我宣洩狂暴情緒的工具，那隻陪伴我們多年的老狗因為步履蹣跚而被我重重踢開，籠子裡的金絲雀因我的怒吼而驚恐地撲騰羽翼，我甚至開始對牠們實施殘忍的虐待，看著牠們恐懼戰慄的樣子，我內心竟泛起一股扭曲而陰暗的快感。唯獨對普魯托，我心中那殘存的最後一絲良知尚在苦苦支撐，每當我注視著牠那烏黑發亮的毛髮與深邃的眼眸，過去那些溫馨的情感便會短暫地刺痛我，讓我不敢輕易對牠痛下殺手。然而，普魯托對我的態度卻發出了天翻地覆的變化，自從那個大雨滂沱的深夜後，牠敏銳的本能似乎察覺到了我靈魂深處的腐朽與危險，牠開始刻意與我保持距離，昔日緊跟在我腳邊的影子不再出現，每當我走進房間，牠便會立刻起步躲進沙發底或櫃子後的暗處，用一種充滿警惕與疏離的目光遠遠凝視著我。起初，這種被最親密夥伴疏遠的感覺讓我的內心充滿了悲傷與失落，我試圖像以前那樣用溫柔的聲音呼喚牠，甚至拿著食物想要誘誘牠靠近，但普魯托只是維持著冰冷的戒備，死死盯著我伸出的手，死也不肯上前一步。隨著時間的推移，這種無法得逞的挫敗感在酒精的催化下，悄然轉化為一種不可理喻的憤怒，我開始覺得牠的躲避不是出於恐懼，而是對我的挑釁與背叛，牠那雙黃綠色的眼睛在暗處閃爍的光芒，彷彿是在無聲地嘲弄我的墮落與軟弱。妻子的試圖勸解只會讓情況雪上加霜，當她嘆息著說普魯托是因為害怕我的暴脾氣才躲開時，這句事實就像一把利刃刺中了我的痛處，讓我心中的狂妄與自卑瞬間爆發，我當著她的面摔碎了茶杯，狂暴地吼叫著讓她閉嘴。自那以後，我對普魯托的最後一點克制與愧疚也徹底煙消雲散，取代而之的是一種瘋狂而陰暗的渴望，我開始終日沉淪在低俗的酒館裡，任由烈酒將我的理智完全焚毀，而在每個醺醺然回到家中的深夜，我都用佈滿血絲的眼睛在陰暗的角落裡搜尋著普魯托的身影，心中的魔鬼在不安地躁動，蓄勢待發，準備在某個失控的瞬間爆發出最可怕的罪惡。
English Version
Heaven help me—I once believed kindness was a permanent part of who I was. Looking back now, I know how easily the human heart can surrender to darkness. Day after day, alcohol coursed through my veins like poison, feeding something cruel that had always been waiting beneath the surface. The man who had once cherished every living creature slowly disappeared, leaving behind someone ruled by bitterness, suspicion, and rage.
Our home no longer felt warm.
The rooms that had once echoed with birdsong and laughter grew silent beneath an invisible weight. Even the sunlight seemed dimmer, as though the house itself sensed the corruption spreading inside me.
Mary tried desperately to preserve the peace.
She greeted me with gentle words, offered quiet comfort, and forgave more than any person ever should. Yet every act of kindness only fueled my resentment. Her concern felt like pity. Her patience became an accusation. I could no longer bear the sight of compassion because it reminded me of everything I had lost.
The animals suffered most.
Our old dog, whose legs had grown weak with age, became an easy target for my temper. A careless kick would send him stumbling across the floor, too frightened even to cry out. The canaries burst into frantic panic whenever I raised my voice, their wings beating helplessly against the bars of their cage. One by one, the innocent creatures that had once filled my life with joy became victims of my cruelty.
To my everlasting shame…
I found satisfaction in their fear.
Watching them tremble awakened something twisted inside me, something that delighted in power instead of kindness. Every act of violence seemed to erase another piece of the man I used to be.
Only Pluto remained beyond my reach.
Whenever I looked into his brilliant yellow-green eyes or ran my hand across his sleek black fur, forgotten memories returned for a fleeting moment. I remembered the lonely shelter where we first met. I remembered his quiet trust. I remembered the evenings when he followed me faithfully through every room of the house.
Those memories still possessed enough strength to restrain my hand.
For a while.
Yet Pluto had changed as well.
Ever since that stormy night when I returned home drunk, he no longer greeted me at the door. The silent companion who had followed me like a shadow seemed to have vanished forever.
Animals possess instincts beyond human understanding.
Somehow, Pluto sensed the decay spreading through my soul long before I could admit it myself.
Whenever I entered a room, he quietly slipped beneath the sofa or disappeared behind a cabinet. Sometimes I caught sight of his glowing eyes watching me from the darkness, cautious, distant, always ready to flee.
He no longer trusted me.
At first, that realization wounded me more deeply than I cared to admit.
I called his name in the same gentle voice I had once used.
“Pluto…”
I brought him fresh food.
I crouched beside his hiding place with an outstretched hand, hoping he would remember the man who had loved him.
But he never moved.
His body remained tense, his eyes fixed upon me, measuring every movement as though I were a stranger—or worse, a predator.
The rejection stung.
Each failed attempt carved another wound into my pride.
Had reason still guided me, I might have understood.
Fear—not betrayal—kept him away.
But reason had abandoned me long ago.
Alcohol transformed disappointment into resentment, and resentment into hatred.
Before long, I convinced myself that Pluto’s silence concealed mockery.
His cautious distance became an insult.
Those pale yellow-green eyes, gleaming from the darkness, seemed to laugh at me without making a sound.
He knows.
That poisonous thought echoed endlessly inside my head.
He knows what I’ve become.
Every glance from the shadows felt like judgment.
Every retreat felt deliberate.
Every moment of avoidance became another unbearable humiliation.
Mary noticed the growing tension almost immediately.
One evening, after watching Pluto slip beneath the furniture again, she spoke with quiet sadness.
“He’s afraid of you.”
Nothing more.
Just four simple words.
Yet they struck me harder than any blow.
Afraid… of me.
Not because he was stubborn.
Not because he misunderstood me.
Because I had become someone worth fearing.
The truth pierced whatever remained of my pride.
Without warning, I seized the teacup resting beside me and hurled it against the wall. Porcelain exploded across the room.
“Enough!” I roared.
“Don’t say another word!”
Mary stepped back in frightened silence.
No one spoke again that evening.
From that moment forward, the final thread holding my conscience together snapped.
The guilt I once carried whenever Pluto looked at me slowly disappeared, replaced by something far more dangerous.
Obsession.
I spent longer hours inside filthy taverns, drowning every remaining fragment of reason beneath endless glasses of liquor. Night after night, I staggered home long after midnight, scarcely able to stand.
Yet no matter how drunk I became…
I searched for him.
My bloodshot eyes wandered through every dark corner of the house.
Behind the curtains.
Beneath the staircase.
Under the tables.
Inside every shadow where Pluto might be hiding.
I no longer searched because I missed him.
I searched because something terrible had begun to grow inside me.
The demon that alcohol had awakened whispered constantly within my thoughts.
It was patient.
It was hungry.
And somewhere in the darkness, it waited…
…for the single moment when I would finally surrender to it completely.
