I die when the night comes, and I am reborn when I look forward to the dawn.
But dawn is the prefix of the deeper night. Reborn with fear and grief. They were damned people, but why did it have to be me with the knife?
The unfamiliar sword in his hand is mission, hope, sin, and pain.
Man of damnation, man of light, I draw my sword.
It turns out that this is all I have to choose. My name is pain and I look forward to the light.
After all, I am the only executioner and the only victim.
Berate me, insult me, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter to me anymore, it doesn't matter if you take anything away from me.
Just,
I can't touch your cheek.
I am reborn in longing for the dawn, and die in the longing for the dark night.
Purpose: Use a strange story to tell the conflict between heroes and darkness and evil. The so-called hero may not always do bright things that people admire, but he may also be a person burdened with sin and pain, silently carrying the burden amidst insults and spurns, pursuing the unknown and truly bright world.