File 734, bleeding inside the archive cabinet, dragged me into this hellhole. The virus in the scarlet city, the dead-end loop in the town of cycles, the whispers in the wailing forest... While everyone else struggles to survive, I dissect zombies and take notes, forcing monsters to sign experimental agreements.
They say I'm insane? Ha. Aren't these loopholes in the rules toys made just for me? After all...
I'm both the madman who trespassed into the forbidden and the god who makes the rules.
