A place unknown to space or time, that could only be defined as an existence of its own. The dead lined its walls, all staring upon the sole living being.
"Thus concludes all of the world's known history, our personal akashic records." The invisible voice told the man receiving the information.
The man was silent.
"Now that you've been presented with all of this, the question remains. What are you going to do with the information?"
"Lemme react a little first. I've gotta say, it's kinda scary how much you got in there. A lot for a guy to take in that fast."
"Did any of the stories catch your attention in particular?"
"Hmm. If I had to say, then maybe David and Allen's one. I mean, I knew that something bad happened, but I wasn't expecting something that disastrous. Not that I can't relate, or anything… Ah, maybe Aron's too. I mean, I just thought he was crazy until now. He still was, but knowing a bit about his past changed my perception a little at least."
"In any case, you should've realised."
"Realised what, exactly?"
"That all of these stories are the same."
"...Go on."
"Don't try to hide that you already know the answer. No matter who the actors are, no matter what stories they lead, there's a common thread between them all. Their ordinary lives, the things they hold dear, everything that could be considered important, are disrupted by monsters. Destroyed. Annihilated without thought or remorse. No matter what happiness they feel, it can be made to disappear in an instant by these beasts."
"Hmm. I suppose I can't prove ya wrong."
"So you already know what you have to do next. You will not be told, you need to say it yourself."
"Yep, I know. Until now… what I sought revenge on was that bastard. I figured if it was dead, then everyone would live peacefully. But that was just delusion. My scope was too narrow. At this rate, like ya said, things will just repeat. Everyone will lose everything at the hands of the monsters. So what I must seek revenge on…"
He paused, seemingly unsure as to whether he should finish that sentence. Like a door that once through he could never return. A decision was made.
"...Is this unjust world."