Stage 00: The End

Life… Why does it always have to end so soon? When the promising bloom of a new light shines through, it's always washed away in a dark red tide.

Is that why I'm here right now? Perhaps it was my own fault, but I can't see that light anymore. Everything's dark, but I can tell than there's whiteness around me- it's burning through my clothes, piercing me. There are other people as well, maybe ten thousand, maybe one, but they all share one voice- it's the voice of amusement, of cheering. They're cheering for me.

Because I'm about to die.