A Journey of Blood

All of these...

All of these are sights I've seen before.

They exist somewhere in my memories. I even feel some vague nostalgia for them.

I'll never forget them, no matter how far apart we may be...

...Something about this place feels wildly off, but...

...there are also some faces here I recognize. Friendly faces.

Smiling faces. Kind faces.

I do find it comfortable here among them. But.

I'm also certain that this must be either some kind of dream...

...or an illusion.

In an instant, my ill-defined premonition becomes real, and I know that the end of this fragile facade is near.

A dark cloak billows in the alley, and the final trumpet blares out.

...Let's go.

For now, overcome the flames of vengeance, and keep moving forward.

Remember.

Your path.

Remember why you're here.