My name’s Ethan Babylon and in less of an hour I’ll be dead.
My name’s… no, perhaps this is not my name…I don’t know it anymore…my life is a farce, they say. A pantomime created in my mind. They say I’m a serial killer, a fierce murderer.
I don’t know who I think I am, all I remember is not real.
I believed to have a good life with beautiful women, risk and business. Lies.
…to be a brave guy…open your eyes…who succeeds in taking out from every situation. All false.
I’m…I remember, I think I remember…oh, God…to be born in America and to have reached the Japan only some years ago. Tokyo was my perfect cradle.
Lights and silence, chaos everywhere, but pacific and silent.
Then the amber picture in which I was has crashed.
Peace changed into chaos, it speeded towards entropy.
Suddenly…no, I wasn’t…It didn’t go that way…I don’t know.
If only I could remember clearly, I could bring light in my mind. But I fail. False.