Unknown Man: Please, don't cry.Unknown Woman: Let me help you.Unknown Man: Don't worry about me. Focus on protecting them — they'll need your support, more than you know — he said in a quiet voice.Unknown Woman: Why are you saying that? —she asked, concerned.Unknown Man: Now I understand the reason behind so many things. And I know I have to take care of something... something I still don't fully comprehend —he said with sadness.
I woke up with that vision again.Though it surprises me, it always comes right when I'm about to end this suffering as if it's trying to stop me.But honestly, I don't hate those visions. Maybe they bring sadness or nostalgia…Yet above all, they leave me with a calm I've rarely felt in this short span of life.
Because the loneliness, the rejection, the isolation… all of it overwhelms me.Sometimes I feel like this world is corrupted.There is no God here.
Zick steps onto the edge of a building.He jumps.As he falls, he can only think about those he couldn't help.He felt his life hadn't been worth it unable to forge a path of his own.
When his body hits the pavement, it shatters.The people around barely react. They only stop to record, to take pictures.Yet another display of this world's indifference.
Then, a light covers everything.And Zick… wakes up.