Scenario:Benjamin - Behind the Evil (Disc 1)
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Behind the Evil (Disc 1)
A young woman named Sheena grows tired of life, spending her days working for local gangsters to pay off her father's debt, only to return home to get yelled at by said father. She's resorted to inflicting self-harm to forget about it all. When Vicious Three shows up in town one day, the drummer Valentin notices the pain she's in and reaches out, awakening something within Sheena.
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Stay tuned after the conclusion of disc two for special bonus features.
Vicious Three—as far as chronicling the importance of sky concerts is concerned, it would be derelict not to mention this name.
The group came out of nowhere and upended the skies.
But then, just like that, they were gone as suddenly as they had appeared, though not before carving their legend into people's hearts, including mine.
I'll never forget the first time I watched one of their gigs. They were sinister. Malicious.
Absolutely the worst of the worst.
Benjamin: Hunt the strays!
Curious Girl: ...!
Gangster 1: People like this trash?
Vicious Army: Vi-cious! Vi-cious! Vi-cious!
Vicious Three: Hunting down strays, hurling sticks and stones.
Vicious Three: This town, a curse decays, all because of the mastermind, the mastermind.
Vicious Three: Screams incite, condemn to silence.
Vicious Three: Who's next to bear the curse? Step up! Step up! Step up!
Vicious Army: Die!
Curious Girl: ...
Gangster 1: They got some nerve playin' on our turf. Gonna have to teach 'em a lesson later.
Gangster 1: Yo, Sheena. Don't just stand there. Get back to work.
Sheena: Sorry...
Stepping outside was the only time I could grab a break.
So imagine my dismay when I finally had some downtime to get fresh air only for this "music" to hit my ears.
"Hunting down strays, hurling sticks and stones"? I didn't want to hear a song that belittles the weak.
Gangster 1: Remember, Sheena, you gotta work in order to help out your old man.
Sheena: ...
Gangster 1: Sorry, just business. We can't pay ya the money you need to pay off his debt if you don't earn it.
Just do the job. Get through your shifts and get paid.
Don't cause a scene and tough it out. That's what I told myself.
On that day, Sheena sees her share of customers.
When all her work is done, she trudges home.
Sheena: I'm back.
Sheena's Dad: ...
Sheena: Here's the money for today.
Sheena's Dad: Tch... I'll never pay off the loan with this pocket change!
Sheena: Sorry, Dad...
Sheena's Dad: If you're really sorry, then why don't you bring in some real cash! This is the thanks I get?
Sheena's Dad: I worked my fingers to the bone for this family, but she still left me!
Sheena's Dad: So what if I borrowed a little money to make some bets? A man needs his hobbies! Who are you to judge me?
Sheena: No, Dad! Please don't hit me!
Sheena's Dad: Don't talk back to me! Do you know who I am!
Sheena: ...!
Yeah. It's all my fault Dad's like this.
Things'll change once the debt is paid off...
While Sheena's dad sleeps in a drunken stupor, the girl slips into bed and lies awake until morning.
In the afternoon, Sheena heads back to work.
She struggles through the day as she always does. Her shift finally ends, and she starts to head home.
Sheena: ...
But as she's walking through an alley, she comes to an abrupt stop.
Sheena: I hate this... I hate being here, and I hate being at home!
She hasn't budged from the spot, as if her feet are rooted to the ground.
Sheena: ...
Unable to stay bottled up any longer, Sheena pulls out a razor blade from her bag.
Sheena: ...!
She finds an inconspicuous spot on her body and slides the blade across her skin.
Sheena: ...
The burst of pain barely distracts her from the oppressive stagnation that's crushing her heart.
Sheena: ...
It's a hopeless situation, one in which she has no one to vent to or even discuss with.
At this point, it seems the only words she can muster are "okay" and "sorry."
Valentin: ...
She finally notices a man covered in wounds staring at her. Who knows how long he's been there.
Sheena: Y-you!
Valentin: How—
Sheena: I saw you. You're with that band.
Benjamin: Hunt the strays!
The man belongs to a roaming band that has been performing on random street corners.
Valentin: No.
Sheena: Huh? You're not? But you look just like him—
Valentin: That's not what I meant. I was trying to say if you want to cut something, how about cutting me?
Sheena: Wha? Wh-why? I don't get it. For one thing, we don't even know each other.
Valentin: I don't get it either.
Valentin: Why hurt yourself?
Sheena: ...!
Valentin: Doesn't it make more sense to cut someone you have zero ties to? I don't mind and neither should you.
Valentin: Go for it.
Sheena: ...!
Sheena stares at the man's outstretched arm with indescribable fear.
Sheena: I...
Sheena: I can't!
Valentin: ...
Valentin: Guess I should've begged on my hands and knees, huh?
Valentin: Hehe... But her feeling of abandonment... Yeah, it could be useful!
A terrified Sheena runs home as fast as she can. Later that night...
Sheena's Dad: Damn it! Who do you think I am!
Sheena: ...!
Aside from what happened to her earlier, the night plays out like any other.
Sheena: (Why...)
Valentin: Why hurt yourself?
Valentin: Doesn't it make more sense to cut someone you have zero ties to? I don't mind and neither should you.
Sheena: (That man was a total stranger...)
Sheena: (But this is my dad. How can he hurt his own kid?)
Sheena's Dad: This is all your fault!
Sheena: (I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!)
The words of the strange man spark something within her.
Sheena: (I don't know! I don't know! I don't know! Why is this happening!)
She feels pain throbbing from the cut she gave herself earlier.
Sheena: (Why me!)
The turbulent emotions bubbling inside of her are beginning to boil over.
Sheena: ...
Sheena's Dad: Wh-why're you lookin' at me like that!
But she doesn't answer, her eyes remaining transfixed on her father, eyes that fill him with fear.
Then comes another shock.
A booming blast erupts outside, illuminating the sky as if the sun has arisen.
The subsequent shock wave shatters the windows of her house.
Sheena: (What was that!)
Having reflexively thrown herself to the floor, Sheena cautiously pokes her head up to peek outside.
Her ears are ringing, though not from the sound she expects.
???: Grrrr...
Sheena's Dad: Was that lightning? But there isn't a cloud in the sky!
???: Grrrr!
Sheena: (Wait... This doesn't sound like thunder.)
???: Graaaah!
After the lightning struck, I heard what sounded like a beast's howl, except it wasn't a beast but a man.
I swear I could hear anger and sadness in his voice.
I know this sounds weird, but hearing his voice made me feel relief—something I haven't felt in a long, long time.