I spent my whole life on this. I tried hard to survive. Fifteen years. People say I'm crazy, but it's not. The night I saw my family killed by a "Monster".

I have been looking for a clue with the various trips I went through, the cases that I met, eyewitnesses who might see the appearance of "the monster", and other possibilities that lead me to "the monster". I don't believe my family only ones of his victims. But, why?

Finally I found a bright path. And here I stand. In front of an old building where the monster was born. And to my surprise, this house ... is my grandfather's house.