The world must be broken.
Exhausted, sick, aching, hazy, crumbling.
We're responsible.
It'll end tomorrow, apparently.
What a bleak life I've led.
It wasn't awful, but it wasn't particularly happy, either.
...you think?
The day before the world ends. While sitting at home with my little brother, I started feeling uneasy...
[Translated from Freem!]
