He is standing in the center of a sea of scarlet crimson with his hands covered in blood. Everyone and everything you knew was destroyed by him.

His grin reached his ears, his pale complexion stained with blood, and his golden eyes bore eerily into you.

He steadily walked toward you while stomping over the bodies lying on the battlefield.

With his arms behind his back and a mocking grin on his lips, he leaned forward.

“What a tragedy, huh?..”