A Blade Without a Trace

Youth soaring high and blood boiling with passion, writing of boundless loyalty. Cold blades and blazing gun barrels, engraved with choices made without regret. Beneath the setting sun, crimson lingers like blood; on the short pine-covered ridge, yesterday's flowers have withered. In a prosperous age, all the people gather to enjoy peace. In the hidden realm of darkness, I alone spill my hot blood.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.