Endless

I've been having the same dream for a long time.

In the dream, endless blackness is mixed with a faint, empty crimson. It weaves through my vision, forming a vast outline I can't make out.

In the nightmare, I experienced a massacre, then the silence that followed.

I thought this silence would fade away.

I never expected it was only the beginning.

Now it's my turn to take part.

This place is called Devil's City.

But I gave it another name: Endless.