[Sob-]

[Sob—]

[They always leave me-]

[They always promise to stay… But they never do…]

[So will you stay? Or will you to, fall to sorrow like they have?]

The demonic sword seems to draw you in, dulling your senses as if to make you only want to walk closer to it. You feel yourself being drawn in… walking closer and closer, feeling the sword and its icy aura