In a world far, far away from Earth...
There was a boy.
A boy who knew that there was no salvation in this rotten world.
Here, the strong would eat, while the weak were eaten — that was
the irrational law of this world. Scavenging for leftovers, begging on
the streets, suffering violent abuse, and being forced into crime...
Every day, this boy was exploited as a slave. His mind had long since
been worn down. And yet, the boy still thirsted for something more.
He wanted to live — live, and kill a certain man; he'd go so far as
to eat dirt to get it done. He clung to that one desire...
The morning sun shone through the window of a dimly lit room,
just barely casting light on the interior. The smell of rusty iron
permeated every inch of the small room. Dead bodies were scattered
about the blood-soaked floor; a single sack sat in the corner. It was a
sack just big enough to fit a small child—
"Mm! Mm, mmrgh!"
A muffled sound came from inside the squirming sack. The boy's
heart thundered in his chest. He held his breath to stop his trembling
and approached the sack. Fearfully, he untied the drawstring. The
sack fell open with a soft sound. Sure enough, there was a young,
pretty girl in an elegant priestess dress curled up inside. She had long,
cascading lavender hair and purple eyes.
Ah, I knew it.
The boy had known.
In this world...
There was no salvation.