Darkness is everywhere, the sky is dark, the village is dark.
"What is that?" Allen rubbed his eyes with his bloody hands. A flash of red was coming towards him. Allen was scared, but he didn't dare to move. He could only look at the other person with gray pupils. Scuro gently licked the blood on his hand and raised the corners of his lips. Allen's little body trembled, as if the person in front of him was the God of Death.
"Follow me." Scuro stretched out his hand to the little man who was only surrounded by a thin quilt. Allen is just a child after all, stretching out his little hand to grasp the light in the darkness.