Daytime, a certain location. The year 3256 of the World Calendar.

Why?

Why did I have to witness this?

Why me?

Why now?

I am about to murder thousands of people in the cruelest way imaginable.

Many people—husbands, sons, fathers, and brothers—

So many men will die in agony, writhing on the ground as they suffocate.

I am about to become a murderer without equal.

I anguished over this for a very long time before finally coming to terms with the fact.

I know that there is no turning back now.

So why did I have to witness something so beautiful now, of all times?

Come what may,

I must fulfill my mission.

Will anyone set foot in this place again?

Will anyone bear witness to such a wondrous sight?

Everything I’d believed in until now.

And everything I must believe in from this point forth.

Why?

Why did I have to witness this?

Why me?

Why now?

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

Will I ever come to understand?

I just don’t understand.