I am currently incarcerating Neil Marridge by my very existence.

But this is not to plead guilty to his sins, but to protect him.To prevent confusion, to prevent lynchings without the law, and not to disrupt the order of the city.

Everything is wrong.

At first, only my daughter and her friends were talking about "Midnight Orgol."It was nothing but a tale of dreamy daughters.

But at some point, more and more people listened to it.

First a young girl, then a young woman, and eventually even a short old woman.....

Everyone listened to Orgol and soon began to talk about horrible dreams.

According to the mayor, an investigator will arrive from the Grand Central Shrine tomorrow.

But the investigation? The investigation? What good is that in this situation?

There are still women surrounding the station.

"Kill that demon."

I have a real and terrifying moment to wonder if I can make it tomorrow morning alive.

I can't go home until I've cleared up everything.

I'm afraid of seeing my wife and daughter.

If they found out I was hiding Neil Marridge, they'd know.

Why is it snowing?

[Blood stains and can't read further]