I lived for many years in a small seaside village, so long that I could no longer remember my age. Perhaps I had lived longer than the oldest tortoise in the world.
In this unusual village, we always acted cautiously to avoid attracting outside attention, and rarely had any contact with the outside world. But no matter how hard we tried, some visitors simply couldn't be avoided.
When I woke up here again, nightmares of the future lingered in my mind.
But this time, I struck first. Could things turn out differently?
The entire village was shrouded in mist, and countless hands were itching to reach inside.
Then this time, they would pay the price they deserved. Blood and tears would surely awaken their filthy souls, wouldn't they?
Zombies, monsters? Is it nature, or human nature?
Why did I have to relive the future, over and over again?
This time, I'll be the villain. I'll step into the trap myself and make sure they lose everything!
No one knows who I am. No one ever will!
