The dreams are getting clearer now.

They were vague at first, with only a slight sense of foreboding darkening every corner. But that's all changed now.

Even so, I try to keep a positive outlook. For Fuuma, mostly.

My brother has been on edge ever since Kamui came home. Constantly nervous and expecting… something. I seem to be

the only one of us that's still looking forward, with hope for the future.

But…

The dreams are getting clearer.

Angels and devils, both with the same face...

My childhood sweetheart, Shirou Kamui.

I don't know how, and I don't know why, this is happening to me.

Ever since the dreams have come to me, so have visions of a brutally murdered woman. I could feel that she was once

full of life. Who she is, I have yet to discover. But the way she died, how brutal it was...

I can feel it eroding my sanity. I can't hang onto this false hope forever.

But I don't think I'll have to hold on much longer...

The dream of the shattered world

The visions of the beautiful woman, dead

I wish...

I wish I didn't know it was the end of the world.