Scroll 1 { Boulevard Of Broken Dreams }

Everything happens for a reason.
Anything is everything created by the hands of the one watching us.

What are humans..?

A masterpiece created by God..?
A disaster gone wrong..?

Everything happens for a reason.
So what reasons do we have to explain how dirty and ugly this world has become?

What reasons are there to explain how we, the humans, are slowly morphing into something sinister?


Sin is what separates us from God.
Sins are what made us human,
yet Sins are what are going to destroy us.

There is no such thing as a completely pure human.
Yet, there is such a thing as a completely tainted one.

When one is completely tainted, one will become blinded with evil.

Slowly, slowly, the evil is spreading.

This world...

When will it fall? When will be the time they open their eyes to see the truth? When will eventually be the day that our Sins suffocate us?

NO.

Because God is always watching,

Darkness is always balanced out by Light.
Just as there are vices, there will always be virtues.
The Sinful, the righteous will save.

For I will deliver Justice.
I will shed light,
I must fight for what is right and punish the wrong,
I must deliver God's saving message to the world as his humble servant.

For I am Hope.



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A girl about the age of seventeen was sitting on a bench in the nearby park. At first glance, you might have thought that she was just your average Tokyo teenager, taking a break from studying too hard for the nearing exams. Ignorant passerbys' might think that.

But they had no idea how wrong they were.

Her hair was thick and black, much like the wings of a raven. As dark as the sky on a cloudy night.

However, her eyes were even darker. Black. They were pools of pitch black. The kind of colour that you might have imagined you'd be surrounded by when you look Death in the face.

That girl...

was no other than me.

And when I said I was looking at Death in the face, it isn't as exaggerated as it sounds.

I dug my hands into the pockets of my coat and leaned back against the bench, just staring forward blankly. Sometimes I wonder how all those passerbys' were so oblivious to those shadows.

Those shadows came in different forms. Some of them were big and gloomy, while others were just about the height of a small child and were a much lighter shade from the rest.

My eyes followed a pair of students as they waltz past me, chatting happily. I took note of the hovering shadow that was floating above them, as if stalking them in secret.

Could nobody else see them?

There were so many of them, that it was almost impossible to count. Dozens... maybe hundreds - no - thousands of them loomed in the busy city, everywhere, just being overlooked by practically everyone.

Except me.

I wouldn't call these 'Shadows' living creatures. Simply because they were not. They were far from it.

Yet, I wouldn't put them in the same category as a stationary object.

They were neither living nor breathing.

They were wandering spirits.

Souls of the departed that got lost on their way to Heaven, or perhaps, escaped from their journey to Hell.

The reason being why I could see these marvelous spirits was because, as I said before, I was not like the others.

I was different.

I had a special power that very few human beings had.

The gift to see spirits, or ghost, as what the more common term used for these 'Shadows' was.

Or at least, I was born with something some people would call a gift, but it was what I called a curse.

I... was born with the curse of the third eye.