I knew that I wouldn’t be able to make sense of it for the rest of my life, but I would slowly accept this reality. There were many things in life that you didn’t need to make sense of, you only had to accept it. 

I was living at the end of the world right now. What right did an outsider like me have to pass any judgment?

I didn’t leave the painting room. Paintbrush in hand, I madly painted on the drawing board. I painted darkness onto the drawing board, just like this dark world I was in.

What is humanity?

What is life?

Does everything become meaningless at the end of the world?

“Lil Bing, time for dinner,” Raffles said softly from outside the door.

I ignored Raffles and continued painting. Since...