After he lost his memory, he insisted that he was a fallen god and that the world was collapsing because of his sleep.
I laughed. As a top psychiatrist, there is no "abnormality" that I cannot explain.
Until, withered plants bloom in front of my eyes, evil neighbors encounter unexpected disasters, and the sky drops a blood-stained oracle for me...
I just discovered that my diagnostic report was perhaps the most ridiculous piece of paper in the world.
The end of science is theology.
And I must find my "patient"'s lost godhead before he is completely swallowed up by the darkness, and... The oath we made.
