[Crossover] Not a Sadist, Just Out to Destroy the World

Everything about us has already been arranged, but we have nothing at all. We try to break free of the rules and restrictions, but in the end, we're still people trapped in boxes. We're like prisoners who accidentally ran into a storm and were stranded on a deserted island, knowing our crimes are unforgivable, yet enjoying this strange freedom. The years that have fallen away stretch through the wasteland, slowly eroding our memories. Our lives have become so twisted beyond recognition. What can we accept with a clear conscience? Who are we? Who will tell us? What dwells alongside darkness is not light, but an even greater darkness. Those things we once grasped, thinking they were light, are so small, so few. A filthy society. Evil hearts. Destruction that is our salvation. Theme: