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Heh , you work so hard and then...

The scene opens up on D , sitting in a cushioned throne with a skull on the top. His right leg dangles over the arm of the throne as his left leg rests in a normal sitting position , his foot tapping on the cement floor , making an eerie sound.

D: The whole world's going to hell , some as prisoners , some as guests. There's no hope anymore , the only thing to do is give into the hatred that eats away at your very soul and lash out at those who put that hatred there. If not for yourself , for the others around you who feel this hatred as well. Not because it helps your fellow man , but because it helps your hatred.