"I suppose they all believe, deep down, that they are special. ...That is why they fail to realize their own wretchedness until the accumulated consequences are thrust before their eyes."

"It was all meaningless.
That is why I destroyed the idols and teachings of the past... all with these hands."

—The foolish, warm daily life before I knew it was all a lie.

"Master Sael!"

That innocent hand that called my name and tugged at my sleeve.
I believed without a doubt that my mission was to protect that pure soul who smiled and said he wanted to become a priest...

But in my twenty-fifth year, my world collapsed effortlessly.

One quiet night in the cathedral. A sticky, discordant sound vibrating from beneath the altar. Led by it, I uncovered a hidden staircase, and at its end, I saw it.

A madness beyond words.

Once born, the poison of distrust eventually eroded every part of daily life.
The god to be worshipped was a hideous monster, and my smiling brothers were all its accomplices.

—And then, that day came.
The boy was nowhere to be found. My feet froze at the innocent words, "He was taken by the priests," and I ran to the treasury.
I seized the "Golden Gun" enshrined there and rushed into the basement clutching it.

...But I was too late.
In the depths of the darkness were the beast worshipped as a god and those who looked up at it.

And—a sight I wanted to turn my eyes away from.
My vision distorted violently with nausea and rage, and a scream of despair swirled in my head, tightening my chest—.
But in the next moment, my interior had turned terrifyingly cold.

I simply, quietly, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger—.