August 19, 2027.
"Javier, we're worried about you."
It… has been months.
"You have to let us help you. Please… don't carry this burden on your own."
Throughout this time, I have spent every waking moment chasing shadows—trying everything in my power to find an obscure entity known as a Leviathan.
But…
"Don't leave us. We're here for you."
… I have not made a single step towards progress!
Right now, I'm seated in the presence of my old teammates—my dear friends.
All of them are surely looking at me with concern, but my crestfallen gaze isn't even paying attention to them. Their voices echo into the air, but nothing seeps into my heart. Instead, my dull countenance remains unflinching.
I am unmoved.
My body is as rigid as my mind, and everything else is simply a waste of time.
Find. The. Leviathan.
Those are the only three words that register in my consciousness.
I barely eat.
I hardly sleep.
