Many Thoughts!

On my 18th birthday I did three things: I graduated from high school, watched my favorite team's last football game, and joined the hunters' alliance.

I think joining the hunters' alliance was the least dramatic of the three. Your classmates feign promises to see each other again, enjoying their last day together, but they never really do see each other again. The game was simple, after that the organization went bankrupt and I wasn't able to watch football anymore.

And the alliance, well, you just had to let them know everything you had already done from childhood until then and whether or not you would be selected for the next phase.

I remember the recruiter who interviewed me. I also remember when I was selected for the next phase by another recruiter. At least I thought it was someone else. Even because the previous one didn't have that much hair. Or breasts, for that matter.

Most people who enlist in the hunters' alliance prefer to show up on their birthday. And I was one of them.

I've never had problems working as a team. Until recently. Sometimes I wonder what the three of them are doing now. Did they regret what they did to me? The answer is clear as snow. No, they didn't. They probably don't even think about me anymore.

The human being is like that, driven by greed, by the desire to be able to have something. I have been like that. I'm still like this. But I would never stab someone in the back to get what I want. That's not being a coward. I would say it's being human.

Roland. We've never been very close, but I imagine he's been looking for me. England's biggest star. Hmm. What would he do if he saw me now? What would he do if he saw me killing all these people around the hotel?

Yes I know. A sudden personality change, huh? But that's what I need to be. As I slit the throats of the men in jackets and ties, as I slash the blades between the bodies of women and attendants, I don't contemplate the blood that splatters and slides through my body. I just try to think what he would do in such a situation.

Venya appears to be having fun while killing some people. Hermann, on the other hand, is content to protect children from whatever misadventures come our way. I should feel bad. Nauseated. But I don't feel that way.

I've killed people before, bad people inside the dungeons. People like all them three. And, of course, not all these people in this hotel are saints. Maybe accepting what I am from now on has suppressed a lot of my feelings? Or maybe I'm thinking too loud as I rip that man's head off.

So many thoughts, so little time. I smile through the spilled blood. Not because I enjoy the carnage I just committed, but because I know they're watching. The Pantheons. The King of Kaiju.

Kill them. I will kill each of them, one by one, limb by limb. I promised to end this world, and in the midst of a thousand thoughts I realize something.

This world is already mine.