—In front of me, somebody was crying.

He was crying so loudly, pure despair filling his cries as tears continued to descend from his eyes and his face was reduced to a drenched mess…

In his arms, there was a woman, a bloodied woman who would never open her eyes again.

His emotions were berserk, his breathing uneven, he couldn't even keep his composure and yet the way he cradled the woman's remains in his arms was so delicate.

An unhurt living being hugging a dead person, someone's corpse, and probably one that belonged to someone precious to that crying person.

And the me, who was still a 'something' and yet a 'someone', was watching it happen.

Around the woman's stomach there was an opened hole.

...I instinctively knew that this is where I was originally supposed to be… if so, then why am I here, out of it, right now?

The me of that time, who was just born, didn't know and to say the truth, I doubt he knew either.

...Just the realization that I couldn't return there anymore gave me who was completely empty back then an inexplicable feeling.

I couldn't speak so I couldn't ask him and he couldn't see me so he couldn't answer back.

He just was there, kneeling down and crying his heart out, not even aware that I was here behind him, not caring about how the weather suddenly changed and the fact that he was getting drenched from the rain or dirty from the mud sticking to his body.

This man was trying to repress his sobs and gritting teeths, yet was doing a terrible job at it, as he kept on calling the woman's name.

...Even though he should already know that he wouldn't receive any form of answer, why was he still calling out to her?

The ignorant me of that time couldn't help but sometimes remember this and wonder so, but now looking back at the past, I wish that I showed more consideration to his feelings back then.

But even if it was the case, I doubt that there was anything I could do, I had no mouth nor arms that could be used to comfort him or snap him out of his current frenzy state.

This is why I have decided to do what I actually can do is to make their promise reality, this would be my role, duty and reason for living.

It's not like I was thinking of any form of reward but… if I could just make that happen, then...

Yes… At that time, I had absolutely no idea of what this decision would lead to...

—This event was not only my oldest memory, but also the beginning of an endless journey.