"I suppose you must believe, somewhere deep down, that you are special. ...That is why you fail to realize your own wretchedness until the accumulated retribution is thrust before your eyes."

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

—The foolish, warm days of the past, before I knew it was all a lie.

"Master Sael!"

That innocent hand that pulled at my sleeve, calling my name.
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 without ceremony.

One silent night in the cathedral. A viscous, jarring sound vibrating from beneath the altar. Led by the noise, I uncovered a hidden staircase, and at its end, I saw it.

A madness beyond words.

The distrust that sprouted like venom 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 came that day.
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 stole the 'Golden Gun' that was 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 to it.

And—a sight I wanted to avert my eyes from.
My vision warped violently with nausea and rage, and a despairing scream swirled in my head, tightening my chest—.
But in the next moment, my insides had turned terrifyingly cold.

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