On the stone walls of a dark cave, I carved 1,460 marks: four years spent growing up alone in this world.
I am the lord of the Dark Forest, a monster capable of transforming into a dragon.
I don't need food, friends, or anyone to understand me.
If someone makes too much noise, I tell them to shut up;
if someone trespasses in my home, I drive them away.
They were afraid of me anyway: afraid of my horns, my wings, and my red-and-black eyes.
I planned to live quietly like this forever.
Then one day, after I carved the final stroke on the fourth wall,
I suddenly wanted to go to a place called Gratia and celebrate a birthday that was mine alone.
And then, somehow...
I wasn't alone anymore.