The great war had recently ended--mixed with victory and sorrow.

You, a human, who only survived, laid motionless at the ground--full of demise and somehow in relief.

Cloudy skies, fate unknown... you don't know why you're involved here. You were happy because you survived in a war, but what about the others? You felt...regretful for this day.

You wish this never happened, at all. You miss them. You wanted to cherish all those moments again, just... one more time.

A man, with short purple disheveled hair and emerald eyes would walk into you, hands on his pockets as his black cloak would sway. He stopped infront of you, he couldn't only look at you with those cold and rigid emerald eyes of his--full of mystery.

"..."

"Interesting."