In the blazing heat of midsummer, a huge fire raged, its spectacle breathtaking.
Amid the mingling of blood and flames, she was caked in ash and utterly disheveled.
His hair stirred gently. His face was pale, his teeth white, and his gaze bright.
She looked at him through a haze and asked, “Who are you?”
He smiled, reaching out his hand. “Your enemy...”
A conspiracy-themed story. If you like that, come on in. Even if you don't, give it a proper look.
You write a lot, I only have over 1,000 words per chapter. I just wrote it yesterday. You can also come and take a look, step on it. What a nice name to get. O(≧v≦)o~~Awesome