text: I wrote this based off crimes I know from news articles, and personal memories. &#x200B; I do not have a name. I have discarded the name my parents gave me. They died this morning. Call me Joe. Ordinary Joe. &#x200B; At the empty store I put down a hammer. The cashier said it was 11500 won. I searched my pockets for money. The cashier looked at me and asked me if I had done well on the final exams. She called me a student. Small talk. I said I was not a student. She asked me what I was doing now. I asked her if she had children. She looked at me strangely and said a daughter. I asked where is she. She said at cram school. I asked her how many hours she spent in cram school. She said from after school to 12PM. I noticed her mobile phone was on and to the side with a game playing on it. I gave her 11500 won. I went to the windows and closed the blinds. When the cashier walked toward me I pulled out the hammer and killed her. I took a picture with her phone. I took off the phone case. I walked out with the phone and a different clean hammer. Store CLOSED. &#x200B; I looked through her phone. From the call records and pictures I knew who the daughter is and which cram school she’s in right now. I took a taxi. I stood outside and she came out holding a backpack. 25 minutes early. She started walking towards the bus stop. I followed her and called her name. She looked at me. I asked if that was her name. She said yes. I said her mother was dead and showed the picture. She looked at it and cried in shock. I patted her shoulder and asked what score she had gotten on the final exams. She kept crying. I kept asking her and she said she failed while crying. I took her backpack and took out her papers. She failed at most of the subjects. No hope anymore. She stared at me. I felt bad for her. I took my hammer out and killed her. People started screaming. A man charged at me with a suitcase. I broke his arm and neck with the hammer. Another man tried to attack me and I killed him. I ran away. No one chased me. &#x200B; I ran far away until I came to an apartment complex. A man and a woman were arguing outside the apartment building. I listened. They were husband and wife. Their child was standing behind the mother. The mother slapped the father, and he covered her mouth and started hitting her. The child cried. The child looked like he wanted to kill them. I wanted to kill them. They would not suffer any more. I walked out from my place with the bloody hammer. They stared at me. The father called me a psycho. He tried to punch me. Funny. He was doing the same to his wife. I killed all three of them. I ran away. &#x200B; I was shot by police officers soon after. Bullets in the right arm, leg, near the chest. I tried to stand up but couldn’t. I could not kill everyone. I could not even kill myself. I could not be a hero they need.