"Acheron..." Merely a borrowed name. In the hazy memories of my distant hometown, there were often heavy thunderstorms. Fearing their makeup would be ruined by the rain, girls carried makeup with them wherever they went. I have no reason to do so anymore, but the habit still remains. If one carries a blade, it's bound to be used to cut something down. My reason for drawing my sword — past, present, or future — remains singular.