“Ama was dead.
The Ama I saw at the mortuary was no longer a human being but just a body.
The person named Ama no longer existed.
I almost fainted when I saw the photographs of how they’d found him.
A web-like pattern was carved into his chest with a knife and
he had cigarette burns all over his body.
All his nails had been pulled off and something that looked like
an incense stick was sticking out of the tip of his penis.
His short hair had been torn out in places, and his scalp was all ripped and bloody.
Someone had put him through hell before they killed him.
This person who was mine, tortured and killed by a total stranger.
I’d never experienced so much pain and despair as
I did at that moment right then. “