Does Travis have faith?
No.
Because it's hard for him to die.
Only those who easily face death have faith.
They fear losing, losing their lives, their wealth, their loved ones, everything in the world.
So they yearn for a mysterious presence that can bless them, liberate them from such loss.
"God?"
Travis muttered, standing tall in front of the darkness.
He'd heard that the so-called Dark Savior was darkness itself, so there were no statues in the Mafia's most sacred sanctuary.
In other words, the darkness before him was the god itself.
"Interesting."
Travis undid his belt and whistled.
He was a man from the West, where people respect only two things, the scorching sun, and death.
Coincidentally, neither of those things was here.
So Travis decided to relieve himself first.
The feeling of desecrating a deity... it felt thrilling.
However, just as he was about to proceed with the act, he suddenly felt as if something was watching him.
