The stars were fading, surrendering one by one to the pale glow of the moon. It's light spilled across the forest, cutting through the darkness between the towering trees. From the shadows, a figure emerged.
Ryo stepped out from the trees and into the moonlight, his grip tight around the weight of his ninety-ninth head. The forest stood silent as if even nature fears him.
Ryo was a serial killer who wanted only one thing : freedom. Yet every time he believed he had finally achieved it, the truth revealed itself. They never wanted to free him. They wanted to use him- his strength, his brutality, his willingness to kill.
Ninety-nine deaths.
Ninety-nine betrayals.
Ninety-nine times he had been tricked.
His hand trembled as he lifted his face towards the moon, rage and exhaustion tearing through his chest. His voice echoed through the forest as he shouted into the night,
"Is there no end to this?! Will I ever be free?!"