God! Where are you? I feel so much despair! Condemn our sins! We're sorry! We're so sorry for waiting until the perfect time to repent!
This is really hell huh!?
"Humans were a mistake. Born with sin, and only to sin. Creatures of instinct, cloaked in delusions of divinity. They prey, consume, fornicate, and boast. They call themselves divine while bleeding the earth dry. Lust. Gluttony. Sloth. These are not exceptions. They are the essence. The very reason the world's roots rot beneath our feet. They are so close to perfectionism, yet they falter for their own self-pleasures. Most humans are monsters—some are simply better at hiding it. There must be a being to rule over these beasts. Even a divine creature may falter under the weight of saving them from themselves. If only they stopped thinking they had one more day... none of this would've happened. When will there be a mortal capable of rejecting the world and tearing society apart for what it's become?" Thus spoke an unknown entity, voice neither male nor female, echoing like a whisper etched into eternity.
Tomoya Masaki was not living—he was fading. A quiet erasure in the backdrop of a world ablaze. Each day, he crawled toward the blue glow of his computer screen, a ghost of himself, moving on instinct rather than will. The screen didn't offer warmth. It devoured him. With every hour spent staring into that endless glow, it stole more than his energy—it stole fragments of his soul.
Once, he had dreams. Now, they lay shattered beneath the weight of invisible chains. Every pixel, every flash, every blinking cursor felt like another nail in his coffin. The machine wasn't a tool. It was the devil in disguise—seductive, cruel, patient.
He slumped into his chair, the posture of defeat. The boy who once defended the weak, who once smiled at the sound of birdsong, was now nothing more than a silent vessel, hollowed out by years of suffocating judgment and unrelenting self-hate.
I'm just a waste of space.
I want to be twelve again. Maybe if I hadn't failed everyone... maybe I wouldn't have ended up here.
But even that thought felt indulgent.
Then again... I'm still a terrible person.
He stared blankly at the game over screen. It didn't hurt. It didn't matter. His emotions had long since been muted, swallowed by despair until all that remained was a dull ache where his heart once burned.
The fire is dying. Ember by ember.
He got up slowly, like a puppet with frayed strings, reaching for his phone with the sort of aimless routine only depression could script. No destination in mind, he wandered outside into the bitter night.
The city's chaos bled into his senses: laughter tinged with mockery, sirens slicing through silence, and music from storefronts that felt like a parody of joy. The world danced on, oblivious to the rot festering beneath its feet.
Why do they get to laugh?
Why do they live like they're untouched by suffering?
Every footstep was a heartbeat, every glance a wound. The pavement beneath him reflected neon lights like bleeding veins, pulsing with artificial life. He lowered his gaze, hoping the world would ignore him the way it always had.
I'm the worst story ever written.
He passed by the old corner—the one that always made his chest tighten. An old woman sold bread from a dimly-lit cart, her face framed by a halo of yellow light that flickered like a dying star. She was always there. Like clockwork. Too perfect. Too timed.
"You really like the bread here, huh?" she asked with a crooked smile, her voice brittle like glass, cheerful but hollow. A sound that didn't belong to this reality.
To Tomoya, her voice felt like fingernails on his skull. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want her to see him, to acknowledge him.
Why now? Why her?
But some shred of who he once was fought its way to the surface. His lips moved before he could stop them.
"I guess I just have a thing for bread," he muttered, his voice thin and awkward, foreign in his own ears.
He didn't wait for a response. He turned and walked faster, her gaze drilling holes into his spine. It followed him—he could feel it—even as the distance grew.
By the time he reached the lake, the air had changed. It was no longer cold—it was dead. The wind didn't howl; it watched. The sky loomed heavy, clouds hanging like damp curtains suffocating the stars.
I'll just feed the fis—
He stopped. The world twisted.
Ripples moved across the water without cause. Trees swayed with no wind. Shadows danced without light. The reflections were no longer his own. They lagged, delayed like echoes in a broken mirror.
A whisper clawed at his mind. Not a voice. A presence. Something old. Something vast.
He turned sharply.
Nothing.
Only water. Only darkness.
But he knew.
The delusions weren't delusions anymore.
The lake's surface bulged, quivered, as if something beneath wanted to break free. The streetlights flickered above, casting long, twitching silhouettes behind him.
His feet moved on their own. Back. Away. Faster.
The buildings blurred, glass windows reflecting distorted versions of himself—eyes wrong, mouths stretched in silent screams. And behind him, the sound of footsteps that never matched his own.
He ran.
The night swallowed him, but the city didn't. The city watched.
By the time he reached his apartment, Tokyo was already buried in the kind of silence that comes before the end. The wind didn't whisper. It screamed—muted and wide-mouthed, howling in a voice that belonged to something far beyond humanity.
And then he saw them—people vanishing before his eyes.
Not dying. Not falling. Vanishing.
Familiar faces. Neighbors. Passersby. They dissolved into static like corrupted data.
He collapsed by the door, chest heaving. His hands trembled not from fear—but from certainty.
He wasn't going insane.
The world was unraveling.
And something in the cracks had noticed him.
Go.
A voice, both haunting and seductively gentle, whispered from the depths of his mind.
Go.
He obeyed in the blink of an eye. He darted toward his home, face pale as ash, fingers trembling from a cold that was not of this world.
He starts running up the stairs of the apartment and eventually gets to the top floor. He slowly walked towards the edge of a rooftop, The air and atmosphere felt light as a feather. He decides to debate whether to jump or not.
"I should just die! I have nobody in my life now." His eyes we're shedding crystal clear tears. The tears swept along the wind.
The cold breeze and an unsettling force lay upon him as he said, "I hate myself!" Suddenly a big flash of light appears, he takes a step back and decides to not commit suicide. He went back to his room in the apartment and walked to his bed then went to sleep as if nothing ever happened. It felt like his slate was wiped clean no matter how traumatic the day was.
He got up from his bed and didn't make his bed because it was simply a useless act that was a waste of his precious time.
I don't know why I hesitated to jump last night.
The thought of suicide is tempting, Lurking in the dark abyss.
He walked down the streets of Nagasaki. As he stepped in the supermarket, He has a feeling of bitterness in his heart.
I should ignore it.
He proceeds to grab some frozen meals and a water bottle for breakfast. He came back to the apartment and went to the 5th floor. He went to the kitchen to cook noodles. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, He saw himself with one of his eyes completely dark. In a suit and tentacles moving around erratically. Wings were sprawling out of his back and his left eye was twitching.
Why are the voices in my head louder and louder?
I knew I already had mental issues but. Why did it get worse? Was it my fault?
He sighed and went to check on his noodles. He watched a show about a boy taking revenge on his enemies. He really resonates with him but he can never have that type of braveness to face his own fears.
Why can't I be a good person?
Even when I do nothing I still hurt others.
I wish I was bleeding internally every single day. But no, It had to be my mental state that's bleeding. Why can't it be both? Physically and emotionally.
They say suffering is what makes growth happen. It hasn't happen to me yet.
The staff walked past a security guard and said, "He is always lazy." A staff member looks back at him and throws a random box at him because the stench was foul.
The security guard was curious and said, "Thanks! May i ask what-" That staff member was already gone. The security guard opened the box and saw a human arm which is currently rotting, the flesh was slowly coming off the bone like a decaying animal. "What is that!?" The foul smell was enough to cause the security guard to close the box in an instant.
Later, the security guard got complaints of loud banging noise from Room 329. The witnesses said, "Hey, can you check room 329? It's been acting very weird and has loud screams for a while" In the background, the security guard can hear the obnoxious noise coming from Room 329. He decides to check it himself,
If the staff of this apartment won't check it, I'll do it.
What kind of treatment is this? So unfair.
I barely get paid but I do most of the heavy lifting. And they have the right to call me lazy?
He hesitated a small bit before walking up the stairs and headed to Room 329. He gently knocks on the door and says, "Hello? Anyone in there?" He noticed blood seeping from the door, Could this a murder? He looked around and found a metal rod to defend himself in case this was an actual murder. He heard flesh being torn, he thinks differently. Is this some sort of cannibalism or something more sinister? He hesitates to open the door, debating if he should call the cops or break in. He reaches for his phone and starts calling the nearest police station around Nagasaki, Japan. Before they even pick up the door next to him opens. To his horror, this thing wasn't certainly human. More Like a monster. It had a stretched out neck and pale skin, Its eyes were devoid of life. As it turns its head around like a machine. The security guard is startled. Unable to move or think, His heart is beating fast. He thinks this is the end. His arms and legs shook. He let out a gut wrenching scream
"Aaaaaaahh!!"
He tried running but the monster with its long arms caught the security guard's leg and pulled it in further. The monster looks at the security guard with a horrific face and it points its tentacles at the security guard and in a grotesque voice and says, "You're just flesh, nothing more than flesh in my eyes. I was human before but I knew I had to embrace my true sinful self. You'll turn into me if you sin." The security guard, unable to talk, accepts his fate right there. His flesh slowly get torn apart, the pain is unbearable. Desperate he pleads for help, "Someone help! Help! I don't wanna die. I like living! I want to live!"
Too late for that.
Tomoya heard knocking on his door and heard noises of crying, He was confused. He looked through the door window and saw a woman bleeding from her eyes. "S-sir, p-please help! Some monster walked down and just ate my c-child." The blood from her mouth came down like a stream, Tomoya who is paranoid and barely able to mutter words says, "Uh, Please calm down ma'am." She still cried while Tomoya tried to find an answer. Should he let her in or not? He closes his eyes as he goes into another state of overthinking.
That person could be anything, Tomoya. Human or not, will you let her in?
Is she worth saving?
Tomoya in his mind said, "Shut up! I know You're not real."
I am you Tomoya, Just a more evil and darker one than your soft and lighthearted side.
I know your fears, I know you want to unleash the burning fire in your heart on society.
But I'll tell you this.
It will never happen.
You are too powerless to change others to abide by you.
Tomoya, in his mind, went to the other side of him. He was furious and all of this bottled up emotions led to this saying, "I'll fucking kill you!"
Kill me right now then.
Tomoya runs towards it and tries to throw a punch. It phased through, "Aha! Tomoya did you forget? I'm literally you." Tomoya's other side proceeds to grab Tomoya and rip him apart in the mental state. His skin was rending off like as if it we're tender pieces of veal. Tomoya felt himself disconnecting away from his mind. "Fuck you! Just get out of my head!" He only said this to cope with the immeasurable pain that he was experiencing right now.
He snapped back to reality, he looked through the window and saw the woman speaking more disoriented and her jaw was extending. Her neck stretches and she says, "Too late, I killed my child already. I ate the carcass of the whole thing! I'm hungry for more human flesh. Let me in! JUST LET ME INSIDE YOUR HOME MISTER!" The woman banged on the door until her hands were slowly bleeding and her whole body kept twitching. Tomoya managed to silence a scream off and ran into a corner, cowering away to face any problems that awaited him.
Tomoya~ Oh Tomoya, Go grab that knife and kill the woman, Isn't she a threat to your life? Don't you want to live? Tomoya replies "I-I cant, After killing my mother. I can't hurt her either."
The voice replied back, "Do it like last time."
Tomoya replies back, In hatred. "Do you even know the value of a human life? You're the sole reason I killed my mom! You ruined my life."
I'm not human, You know?
He cried, Why did this have to happen? Why can't I be normal?
I need to do something before I spoil rotten.
Just die already, Tomoya.
I really hate how you talk and act so much.
You are forsaken, Tomoya.
Tomoya, I'll turn you into that thing one day.
You'll be a monster, You'll only achieve your goals through me.
Depending on others to sustain your darkest desires.
That flesh of yours will belong to someone else. You let others step on you like an ant.
I'll gladly metamorphosize your thoughts into reality, Tomoya.
If you dare attempt running away. I'll come back and tear you up apart.
Mentally and physically. Why would you run away from me? I'm just joking! Hey, lets stop with the flesh tearing thing and just accept me as a part of who you are.
I'll still tear you apart even if you were not born. I'll just wait for your birth on this big moving ball you call earth. Even with all the suffering I give towards you isn't enough. I'll try harder.
Slowly, your flesh will feel like It was slowly falling off. You'll die alone.
I only just want to kill you. Nobody truly loves you, Tomoya.
You'll go through suffering on a messy road. I will diminish every part of you until you die.
No one wants you. Birth is simply a curse. Why bother living?
Just express your inner self, Tomoya. It would be rude to forget an old friend!
You're not my friend. You are just a monster.
You too are a monster.
Tomoya finally snapped out of his paranoid state and the woman managed to break down the door but at the cost of her vision. Her balance was unsteady and even the slightest sounds would notify her. The person Tomoya tried to save is now something beyond human and may never be a person again in their life. Tomoya slowly crawled around and tried to reach for a broom while slowly stepping.