If the power and wealth of the strong can cover up their crimes, who can judge them?
If the weak must pay any price to keep surviving, who can guarantee their safety?
If even the purest souls can make mistakes, who can comfort them?
If "the strong helping the weak" truly is the foundation of the world, then who has left them to wail in a world of suffering?
When helpless people are swept up in calamities through no fault of their own; when the powerful and wealthy can manipulate everything as they please; when the faintest glimmers of light are utterly insignificant...
This world... needs... judgment...
(This world... needs... chaos...)
On one side is a dazzling, prosperous city; on the other, a hell overrun with the uncanny. This world seems to be sick, or perhaps this is simply what it has always been like.
So, do you know the truth about this world?
