I was terrified. How did this monster know who I was? Had I met it, or him, before?
Everything seemed a mystery to me, and yet, I still had a small inkling that everything was proceeding normally, and I was the one who was abnormal.
It's hard to describe this feeling. Everything was set correctly, I knew this, except my brain, which I knew was blocking memories as a way to protect me.
Grandpa! Was he really gone? Did he die in front of me by an attack from a demon? And if so, why had I not done more to avenge his death?
Yes, I know revenge is not an acceptably promising trait. I am human after all, so it seems, and the feelings of hate and anger are boiling inside me when I think of my grandpa, the most peaceful creature on Earth being slaughtered by a vile a horrid devil!
I must have revenge if what Bada told me is true!
Bada.
