At the time, there was no telling how far I would go to salvage that delicate sliver of normality I had when everything was simple. I've seen betrayals fueled by wounded egos, senseless death forever shrouded in mystery, and brutality that far surpasses any fictitious novel or film you could think of. The stories seem to blend together like the milk I pour into my coffee every morning, and I'm slowly losing my grip on reality. These memories I carve into the bodies of criminals are all I have left to prove my existence to the underworld. These memories on their bodies are mine as much as they are theirs.

(Prequel to Makeinu no Tōboe)