The world was overrun by the uncanny. They existed beyond human understanding, and even the firearms humanity was so proud of were toys for them to toy with at will.
Humanity sank into profound despair and darkness.
But some refused to simply perish. Some had to raise a torch in the night, determined to light up this endless darkness.
Faith! Hope! Reason! Courage! Trust! Resolve!
These very virtues of humanity turned out to be gifts of life, the keys that would set the final cycle in motion.
In the end, we succeeded. But I could no longer share that joy with my comrades.
Only I remained...
I should have been buried in the past, yet I alone stayed behind in the future. Perhaps this was fate. I founded the Anomaly Containment Bureau to lock away the uncanny and prevent them from descending.
“Child, my era has come to an end. Your story is only just beginning.”
“Remember! Faith in protecting the people, hope for creating the future, reason to think things through with care, courage to face fear, trust in your comrades, and the resolve to face death without flinching!”
The old man slowly closed his eyes in the containment chamber.
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