己を殺す悪夢の具現。
それを縛る罰に力を篭める。

守ると誓った言葉さえ忘れてしまう、
そんな恐怖を抱いても、尚。
譲れないモノがそこに在り続ける限り。

前へ。
それでも前へ。
その背を―――赤い風を越えて。

Facing the embodiment of a nightmare bent on taking his life, the boy builds up power to bind it.

Even though he is so terrified he has forgotten his pledge to protect, he continues on, relentless. He will never stop, not as long as there remains something on which he refuses to compromise.

Forward. Ever forward. Feel the red wind at your back, even as you strive to push past it.