Prologue: Escape
The first time was the best. It was so freeing to have finally found a way to escape from the war. Even in your dreams you don't really escape. You will hear and see all
the victims that you have murdered. You try and ask for their forgiveness but you never receive it. That is the hardest thing to deal with, knowing that you will never receive
forgiveness from the dead. I thought I would lose my mind because of it. Thought I would crack like I had when I piloted Wing Zero. But it was the most bizarre, most curious
thing. I had just wanted to scream and scream until my voice was raw and I couldn't't scream anymore. It was something that I could never do because all the others would think
I truly had gone crazy.
On the floor lay the knife that had been given to me by my father. He had made it himself and it was beautifully crafted with rubies embedded in the handle. I picked this
beautiful weapon up and slowly ran it across my forearm. It was so sharp that it easily cut through my skin and the blood ran down and I was free. There were no voices. No
war. No pain. No sadness. Just this beautiful pain that helped to ease me from my suffering. This mesmerizing red river that traveled down my arm making its own path. I finally
found my escape...