Ruination.
As I watched the world crumble for the nth time, gorged by the devouring rift as gluttonous black space belched pure annihilation upon one and upon all, a question passed me by.
The end.
Why has it come to this?
It's a question I have asked myself untold times, yet one that pertains no answer.
A question that has, perhaps quite naturally, caused many further wonders to bud and to sprout throughout the years―also without remedy, nor with reprieve.
Zack, Zachary, or Azaki is what those close to me call me by.
As for others, it's usually one of 'Time', 'Kiryuuin', 'Clock Boy', or even just 'Kid'.
Out of all the myriad titles I am known by, one in particular sticks out to me like a sore thumb.
"Hero".
It wasn't until things got really bad that they began calling me such a thing as a last hope, but even then, I don't believe there was a single moment in which it was justified.
Right.
