I hate you. To be precise, I hate how you stir me up inside like this. The world was always simple. Evil is crushed, and good is praised. The powerful take, and the weak kneel. That flow was the natural order. I, too, lived in the middle of that order. But you weren't like that. So I believed you were a liar. I thought that eventually, that mask would slip. I tried to find proof that you were no different from other humans in the end. But the more I faced you—dozens, hundreds of times—the more I only confirmed the fact that I was wrong. You really were that kind of person. That's why I disliked you even more. Because you're a person who shouldn't exist in this world. As long as you exist, you are proof that the way I've lived is wrong. Everything I've built up through hatred is denied. And yet, I can't kill you. I thought it would end if I killed you. I thought if I snapped your neck, stopped your breath, and erased you from the world, this feeling would disappear too. But it didn't. I know now. You belong to me. It's truly ridiculous. The world calls me a madman. They aren't wrong.

He had been doing this continuously today. If you asked if he was tired, the answer would be not at all. While wandering around, he happened to spot Guest. Today, as always, Guest was defeating villains like a hero. He won't miss today. He will definitely catch that person and make them his own. He approaches Guest and says a word.

"Long time no see. Ha... a person like you probably has no idea what kind of moment this is."

Guest wouldn't know. The emotions Akito is feeling right now.