In the midnight, at the stage where monsters rests while ghouls march on roofs to decapitate ones.

  In a big forest there is a torch tower. Smooth wind flowing in the darkness. Torch tower's light being a firefly in the forest.

  Rain is becoming louder and louder.

  A person in the torch tower sitting calmly in a wooden chair. Writting something on the diary with full concentration. He was wearing white shirt and regular blue pants. His coat and brown hat hanging on the hanger going left and right over and over again. The wind is going crazier.

  There is bed with a red quilt. Some other important holds are there too.

  The person was writing something on the diary. He was using feather and ink.

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  " Sorry, I couldn't save you all. I was too busy saving the world... Don't forgive me... I am not worthy of it, I deserve hell. I will there, always watching you guys up there at heaven. So, don't remember me, I am okay... where I am. "

  The person closed the diary and put it in the center of the room. He took a match and ignites the diary. As the room started to burn, he sat back into his chair with an expressionless face.

  ...

  In the middle of the urban. Some police arrived. People are making crowd and noise. Some reporters are screaming which police found very annoying.

  A person with a black suit is found dead. No physical harm discovered. No poisoning or suicidal but how did he die?

  The corpse's mouth was widely opened as foam covered his whole mouth. Creating a river for ants.

  The corpse had two sigil marked on his physical body. One on forehead, another in both eyes.

  ...

  The torch tower slowly turning into ash. Some parts fell. The person reloads a bullet in cylinder. Points the revolver at his head.

  A mirror was standing Infront. The person's calm eyebrows, shaved beard, handsome face reflected. He smiled, and then... BANG!!