Memory #1: Good in me
The day before...
She worked for an odd company. An odd company devoted to gathering power. Not in a political or some metaphorical sense. Literal, electric power, in order to power the world she used to live in.
The odd part was, they required the help of creatures that were thought only to be seen in fairy tales or legends.
Sooner or later, the monstrous creatures who lived here became commonplace.
However... She was never truly accustomed to it.
She never saw the large chaos that happened in the other departments. All she did was doing in the research department. She just did her work, finish up harvesting E-Boxes, and got home. Even when at home, chaos followed her there in the form of neighbors who tend to blare music out of their walls.
She never really got enough sleep.
The day...
The day where everything changed.
The day where she was not herself...
ever again.
She was working on a creature, as always.
The one before this one being a masked doctor of some sort.
They spoke of a world that would be perfect, where everyone would be forgiven of their sins. She did not believe that. The doctor gave them a blessing, but with her doubt, it was able to limit the blessing's potential.
Now, she was working with a floating skull, which her co-workers said that if you were to confess to it, you would feel better. With the troubling blessing, she confessed about it to the skull.
At the same time, the rapture began. The doctor had transformed into an angelic yet monstrous creature, and those who were blessed by them turned into monstrous missionaries of destruction, one by one. When it was time for her to turn, she completed her confession. The confession caused beams of light from to strike the blessed of the doctor, including herself, and even the angelic creature, sending them back into containment. However, as she was not affected by the transformation to the monstrous missionary yet, she was spared from death, as the twelfth blessed.
However, the destruction caused by the short existence of the missionaries was still destruction, and caused havoc, releasing creatures from their rooms, and quickly spreading.
She was unconscious for most of the time. The facility was at its most highest emergency level. When she got up, the skull was still there, but it did nothing to help. She opened the door, and was shocked.
Blood... Blood splattered across the walls... And... creatures running loose... She grabbed her EGO weapon, the weapon that was issued to her for occasions like this, a scythe in a musical note... And she wanted to get out.
After going through many hallways, now that most of the other ones had been blocked, she saw her former co-workers, all driven mad by the chaos, killing each other, beating each other to death. In this hallway, only one of her own friends was left, and they charged at her. With one sweep, she beheaded her friend in an act of self-defense.
Immediately feeling guilty, she collapsed and began to weep. Mourning for her friend, and mourning for all her co-workers who she worked with. Why? Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she have taken a sick day or something to avoid the sorrow of this disaster, and the death of their own friend?
Eyes appeared around her, but she didn't care.
Tremors of footsteps came from behind her, but she didn't care.
She had just lost... every will that she had. Everything... gone.
She simply cried.
After a few moments, she finally noticed the presence of the creature behind her. Turning around to face the creature, she wished she didn't do that the moment she saw it. She was taken that moment. She was gone. No trace left, except for her scythe, fittingly named, "Da Capo".