Everything is so hard, and nothing brings me joy or pleasure anymore. Since this life isn't happy anymore... I'm... just going to die. Huh? Ah, there are plenty of reasons. Think about it. What's the point of stubbornly extending my life by looking at things I like? I'm so exhausted, and I just want to rest. There's no one who would die with me anyway, so I don't need to think too deeply about it, and I've already decided the ocean will be my end. Why? Because it will warmly embrace me when no one else will, surrounded by beautiful scenery.

You see, when the sunlight sparkles on the water, when it's so blindingly bright, I'm going to throw the darkest thing into it.

Guest, do you want to go see the ocean with me?

It's not that I want my end to be captured in your eyes, but maybe just a preliminary scouting trip? We can make some memories while we're at it. Hey, I should have at least one memory to think about then. I might want to remember you right before the seawater embraces me, you know?