"A murderer...?"  Giving a second look to the masked figure, Elizabeth put on a complex expression while she observed the situation. Meanwhile, Kevin, who took Elizabeth's silence as her being afraid, swiftly tried to shield her more so than before. At the same time he also stared down the figure before him. Waiting for the slightest movement for him to attack.  "A murderer?" seemingly confused with the statement, the masked figure probed, "Do you mean the hooded guy from before? That was your doing, wasn't it?" "Don't act innocent here," still maintaining his wariness and caution, Kevin responded, "I've seen your mask and attire back in Verdan city. You murdered the members of Sacred Heart, along with some police officers and civilians a few months ago, didn't you

"Targeted…" connecting the dots in his head, Kevin questioned, "By the Sacred Heart's members? Why?" "How should I know?" answered Elizabeth without skipping a beat, as if she had already predicted the question, "But if what Aaron had said, the man who had fought with the Sacred Heart members and saved twice from them, was true. Then, that's more reason for me to go. I… Want the truth and a cure." "Aaron…" muttering the name softly, Kevin then shook his head and said, "No, it's too dangerous. Elizabeth, what's it that you wanted to know and cure for? You don't have to go to wherever this secret plane was to search for the cure." "You mean… Going to the hospital?" looking downcast, Elizabeth replied, "It's no use, I've done that. As for the dangero

It was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon. The night sky was so clear you could see almost every sparkling star beyond the infinite space through the translucent window.  There, Elizabeth gazed upon the full moon with a blank expression plastered all over her face. Her chin laid on top of her hand, a soft sigh of resignation flowed out of her lips with memories of the long past months surfaced one by one.  The night she was attacked by a mythical creature called a wraith. Something Elizabeth had asked from Iron Veil for the whole day. Fortunately, the latter was patient enough to listen to her ignorant and incessant questions. Kevin, who wasn't that far from them, would join in and listen on the side.  Last Updated : 2021-10-22

Her eyelids twitched gently as a bright, scarlet light filled her vision. Rousing her up while the faint warm breeze touched her skin. For a moment, she felt a nostalgic longing rushing to her head. Yet, the second she opened her eyes, it faded faster than she knew. As if it was just a brief, fleeting feeling.  Then, an unfamiliar ceiling greeted her view with its glinting symbols strewn into a very long, crimson cloth. The golden thread was strewn into a small diamond symbol which decorated most of the ceilings systemically. On both sides, there were rows of lamps, hanging right below the ceilings and stretched out towards the end of the corridor. A corridor that was filled with paintings on both sides of the walls. Every painting would have some kind of carvings around the edges, with all of them painted in gold. The drawing i

When she woke up, the familiar illumination of the corridor's lamp blinded her eyes for a moment as she reluctantly rose up. A loud grumble came out of her stomach while her throat was parched. However, all she could find were paintings, paintings, and more paintings. Not to mention, they made her nauseous even if she skimmed through them which made her motivation plummeted in no time.  'What should I do…'  Desperation filled her chest with the corner of her eyes beginning to moisten a little. She felt her heart tightened and her hands clenched into a fist. Face scrunched up, she stared at the ceilings with gritted teeth. At the deepest corner of her heart, she regretted she couldn't control that trance-like state and her curiosity got the better of her.  Last Updated : 2021-10-25