2:15 Am. . . . Detective Agency dormitory,
Can you hear it? In this world of nothingness, I can see the moonrise and then the moonset. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, there is nothing in the world that can move me. I just felt lonely and no one cared about me. Not even the slightest injury could heal in my chest. But you never come back, why do you prefer it there? Are they satisfying you? Or you satisfy humanity.
"Sin"--it was once our common name, but it was ruthlessly divided into seven by God. You are gone, you are all gone, only me is left. In this sunless sky, I have forgotten who I am. I'm bursting into tears, I'm going crazy, can you feel it?
I really can't do it anymore, I want to be like you and indulge myself.
The human soul is like a piece of paper to us, densely covered with words. Also includes us: gluttony, □, greed, anger, jealousy, laziness, arrogance. One of them is my name, but I have forgotten it.