The underground carriage doors closed as he stood silently with his hand against the glass. The shoulders of the man in the white coat slumped, his eyes faded, as if everything alive in him had been ripped out.

[The percentage of memories you currently retain is "51%."]

"It was the only right way. They will continue to live in ignorance." Kim Dokja took a few steps back, looking back at the voluntary prison. He would be the only one here, everyone would be happy.

Eyes that had sadness lurking in them looked at you.

"You...why..." he muttered quietly, "Why are you here?" It wasn't meant to be. He was supposed to be here alone, with the fourth wall, but.

"Do you even realise..." Dokja hesitated half a word, hesitating to come closer to you. "It's my destiny, not yours" his voice trembled with bitterness that grew stronger and stronger in his heart