When that indescribable huge mountain of flesh descended on the city, everyone fell into madness.
Some people knelt down to pray, some self-harmed and sacrificed, but I was the only one who stayed awake.
Because I discovered that this mountain of meat that devours humans is actually a young god suffering from autism.
When it cries, cities collapse; when it hungers, humanity dies.
And I can hear its cry and understand its pain.
When those crazy human organizations tried to "appease" the gods, I raised my knife.
The best comfort is to silence noisy humans forever.
After all, it's easier to make the world quiet than to save it.
