Strange words, flowing blood, devout chanting, fanatical faith, humble prayers...
A tiny body lay on the cold stone slab, casting everything it felt through its increasingly blurred eyes into the ashen sky.
A black fissure tore open the heavens, bringing the gaze of the abyss. Pale raindrops fell from the celestial abyss, washing away every color.
A demon-hunting hunter entered this faded memory, and a newly born witch opened her eyes amid an uncanny nightmare...
"You said that after we leave this dream... what will happen to me... to us?"
"...I'll come find you."
"Really? Then... please don't forget..."
"You don't have anywhere else to go anyway. Why not come with me and be my daughter?"
"What? Go to hell! Who'd want to be the daughter of some old bachelor like you? Stay a bachelor for the rest of your life, you bastard."
