Chapitre 2: chapter 2 : the initial holder
In any city, in any country, go to a mental institution or a nearby house where you are. When you get to the front desk ask the clerk for permission to visit a man who calls himself "The Lord of Beginnings." A small smile would appear on their mouth, almost as if to say, "You're an idiot."
You'll be led down a corridor—long enough than you'd expect to lead you out of the building. Violating the laws of space and physics, the corridors lead you deep into the heart of the institution.
The hallway will forever be quiet, even if
you try to make a scene . The screams will die before they leave your mouth and the footsteps will be muffled . Instead of talking, your guide will simply point towards the door.
Across the hall is a delightful room filled with perfume that smells good but is unidentifiable.
In the middle of the room, a beautiful woman was holding his empty arm as if she was cradling something.
This room will be as silent as the passage that leads to it until you ask the odd question "Why were they separated?".
The woman would then describe, in excruciating detail, every horrific point in history. Every fight. Every war. Every rape. Every kill.
Not a single sneer in the history of the world will escape your hearing. When he finishes, everything will be quiet, and you may leave.
It's up to you to do what with that information.
The woman is object 2 of 2000.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone