Type Moon: Broken Fate

Is it wrong to not want to die? Is it a sin to be weak?

I didn't ask to be born in this fucked up world of myths and monsters, of magic and mystery.

Yet here I am nonetheless.

A name that's not mine, a body that's not mine. My past and identity may be a lie, but I'll burn the truth of my being into the face of this world one way or another.

I exist nonetheless and I won't be denied.

A servant? A dead apostle? A God?

Come, I welcome you all, those who don't have any enemies never lived. Become proof of my existence. Another milestone in my legend.

After all, it'll make one hell of a story one day.