三十
It's like a déjà vu. He's in a pagoda, just like his house. He's sitting on the floor, piles of rotting corpses around him, just like in his house. He's alone, as always. Everyone else is dead.
Why does everyone die?
They were all killed; he knows it and yet, for some strange reason, a part of him refuses to accept that. Which is really odd, he should have gotten used to it a long time ago.
Why does everyone kill?
He thought something like that would not happen again, not after he met that person. But here he is, asking the same questions over and over again, just like he did many times before.
Why are humans so dirty?
He wishes he never remembered that. He wishes he never met that boy whose brother he had killed. He wishes he knew why, instead of simply dying, he was here.
... He has the right to hate me. He has the right to kill me.
He wonders if he's in Hell.
[[ooc: Ren's nightmare world looks like his home - a pagoda in the mountains, full of corpses. Speaking of which, to Ren, every person on the island would appear to be dead.
3% spent on BBQ party, which ended with Ren being killed.]]