Even if you reach out to the light, you can't touch it. Even if I extend my hand to Yami, I can't hug him. Looking back, only painful memories remain. Pain, longing to be saved, dying and dying without knowing anything. He died as if he had been crushed, and disappeared as if he had been crushed into pieces. He who is a victim of the world will also become the enemy of the world. Who should be held responsible for this? Even if I dig out the entrails of my comrades, even if I break their necks, I will not stop here. The voice of hatred from thousands of people kept coming from my organs. I was already prepared to bear the hatred. This is my sin. But all I want is for you to live happily. My Risa——