[the Boogeyman is the narrator of the prologue.]

What is "truth"?

Do Man's eyes reveal it—or is the species doomed to see nothing more than mere specters?

Is "reality" like a shadow on the wall, dancing to a flickering flame?

At least it is true that, outside of their own existence, mankind cannot truly {b}prove{/b} anything…

[The tone should be calm and ethereal. Like a Goddess gracing a peasant with her presence.]

???: "Hello, child."

???: "The one you called. My apologies for taking so long."

???: "Me? My name has been lost to time."

???: "My desire? Reverence—and where none can be found… {i}fear.{/i}"

???: "The Devourer of Souls, though some call me 'The Boogeyman.'"

Boogeyman: "I am sometimes benevolent, so I've decided to hear your plea."

[Mood: Desperation, Fear, Rage]

Ichiro: "No! I'll never make a deal with you!"

Boogeyman: "Give them to me!"

Boogeyman: "I need them…"

Boogeyman: "I-I’ll starve without them!"

Ichiro: "Good"

Boogeyman: "You! I'll kill you!"

Ichiro: "Pfft. You can't hurt me. This is just a nightmare."

Boogeyman: "You're wrong!"