He relived the moment he lost everything, the years he spent as a hired killer, and even the moment he lost his face.
He had eventually come to Anarchy City to abandon it all, to give everything up and find a place where he could finally live in peace.
He had been found by a village of Lunar Moths, and they had taught him their way of life.
But they had all died.
He had eventually been driven toward madness, and in the end, he had come to this city searching for a cure for the Anarchy Disease.
Instead, he had become its source.
"Goddess... I curse you. I curse you for your cruelty upon us."
There was only one way he could think of to stop it.
Suicide.
His soul began to break down, and with all the strength he had left, he forcibly seized control of his own hand.
Then, with a clean sword strike, he severed his own head.
