Nice to Meet You, My Name Is Sylvie

Two lonely, gentle hearts meet. Will that sliver of cold distance between them melt away?

"Those who have lost their way will eventually find salvation. There will surely be a lighthouse in the darkness to illuminate the road ahead."

That faint glimmer of light in the darkness will surely tear across the sky.

A body covered in wounds, a heart grown numb, a person long weary of slaughter: the gears of fate have already begun to turn in secret...

Perhaps this is a journey of mutual salvation.

Will the two of them keep walking hand in hand?