pg 3: People People are being eaten. Every day eating people. Endless fodder. Red blood. Spilled blood flowing A world that's stained red. The dying agony of someone. The dying agony of a child. Concealed by the sunset, a small child was dying. I was unable to do anything except look at the face of the child that was stained by blood spurting That's why, at least…. I wanted to wipe the blood that was flowing. But, I couldn't move my hands… The cheek that conveyed blood was absorbed by the snow…. All I could do was watch… It was vexing… It was sad… That's why, I cried and cursed… My voice couldn't form words. My voice couldn't reach. “I want to know defeat” Who said that, I'm not sure… Someone, was going to sink into a sea of blood… “Yep...I've perished, dayo.”