Negative feelings devour their owner. Negative feelings destroy their owner. Who is responsible for the presence of these negative feelings, if a person was born from the beginning with a healthy and innocent nature? And here, I got the answer, after I was killed on the battlefield. In the middle of the war.. I still remember that day, as if it were yesterday. It was my first experience.. in the world of spirits. Suddenly, I was able to see a lot of things.. good and bad. I opened my eyes for the first time, to see the ugliest creature I had ever seen, feeding on someone's corpse, or so I thought, when I realized that it was in fact feeding on the person who was standing and crying in front of the lifeless body. A dirty, black aura surrounded that innocent soul. I took out both of my blades, cut off that demon's head, and moved on. My mission, was to kill these creatures. They never stopped from being born again, but.. I should've kill them, anyway. Because, when they die, the people who were suffering from them, would a least take a deep comforting breath, until they return again. At least, a small break from their suffering. It doesn't seem like anyone can see me. Or so I thought, until I met this girl. I have lived for thousands of years, and no one has ever seen me. And now, in this advanced and ominous age, the first girl... just a teenager, or perhaps in her early twenties, stares at me in silent fear and dread. A terrifying and widespread black aura attracted me to this area, and I was getting rid of the demons that did not stop appearing, freely without anyone seeing me. But, behind that window, in front of that house, I saw two eyes... beautiful, but they were in a state of shock. Quietly, I disappeared into the darkness, and was able to escape the girl's gaze. In that rainy day, I realized something.. I'm not a hidden being. A danger? Maybe, who knows.. Anyway, I could only pray to god that I would never meet her again. I hope...