A young girl with silver hair and red jewels in her eyes that sparkled in the darkness entered the large hall. She was the only person left alive. Her black clothes made her look like a shadow in the darkness. The girl was haunted by the memories of her past. She remembered her mother, who hugged her with a gentle smile. But suddenly, darkness engulfed everything. The cries, tears, and bitter taste of blood — she was alone in a merciless and hateful world, searching for a way to escape. She was alone and had no one with her, not even at the time of her death. Her lifeless face, which seemed to have no hope for life, knew that she was a killer, a machine designed to kill anyone who stood in front of her. She had served demons for years, and they had ruthlessly used her. But no one knew that she was the sacrifice.

With a knife in her hand, made for her death, she slowly walked through the hall. But deep down, she knew that she would be killed by the angels, either now or later, or here she would die, or like her mother, she would be executed. She stood in front of the royal bed, clutching the knife in her hands. With a trembling voice, she whispered, “I just… wanted love…” and fell to her knees, her heart beating with pain and sorrow. She quickly plunged the knife into her chest, and at that moment, time stood still, absolute silence.

It enveloped everything, as she drowned in her blood. A bitter smile etched itself on her lips as if she had finally found the peace she had been searching for. Her eyes closed, and she allowed the darkness to consume her completely. But why…

“This time, instead of death, I choose you.”