What do people live for? Why do we have to become stronger?
I don't know. But for me, maybe it's so I can choose how I die?
A strange place, a crowd of strangers. Though, well!
All I dream of is a nice, peaceful death, so why are you looking at me like that, huh?
Theme: Stuck on a plot point, so I'm switching things up to get a feel for it. Updates whenever inspiration strikes.
