The extreme edge of the sky was covered with bloody mist. On the ruins of a city, large pieces of rouge-like blood stains condensed into a dark purple on the ground. The bleak dusk reflected a beautiful face, with blue eyes full of confusion and fear. She stood up from the ruins, the wind ruffled her long hair, which was as dark as night; her flawless white dress was spattered with blood. The remains piled up around her were ferocious and terrifying, filled with the smell of blood. Except for the sound of the wind, there was deathly silence all around, and they were gray and dilapidated...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
