After a long walk with confused and disturbing thoughts, Ogoshi decides to enter a coffee shop.

He chooses the last table at the back of the shop and sits down with his back to the wall.

A kind waitress comes to the table with a pot of coffee.

   - Good morning sir, can I serve you some coffee while you think about what you are going to order?

Ogoshi looks at the waitress and notices that she has a pen in her shirt pocket.

   - Yes, I'll take a cup of coffee and I would really appreciate it if you could lend me your pen for a few moments.

The waitress kindly pours the coffee and lends the pen.
 

Ogoshi watches the smoke rising from the coffee cup, takes a napkin and then starts writing.

Hello World,

I'm sorry for having to leave you. I didn't want to do this, but this seems like the only choice for me right now.

A few days ago my foster father the most important person in my life was taken from me. Since then I've been trying to move on, but I feel like everything I do is empty and meaningless.

I feel so alone and desperate. I feel like the world has lost all its shine and that nothing else matters. I can no longer imagine a future and at this moment I see no reason to continue living.

I know that some people will be angry with me for doing this, others would try to stop me, but I ask you to understand that I've tried, I've done my best, but I can't stand the feeling that lingers inside me anymore.

I understood that in this world you cannot feel safe, no matter how powerful you are, or how respected your family is. One day someone decides that their time to die has come and you can't stop that from happening.

I can't live with this feeling of powerlessness, my father believed his family was safe enough that he could live long enough to build something in this world, but in the blink of an eye everything fell apart and what was left were just piles of bodies and everything indicates that this is an endless cycle in which I cannot participate.

 

Goodbye life.

Ogoshi pulls out his gun and slowly puts it into his mouth and then decorates the cafeteria wall with his brains.

Well.

This is sad.  

We'll see your kin on Thursday and do it all over again? Sounds good.  kthxbye.