Your headless body falls dead in the field of white flowers, the flowers seemingly being beautifully unmarred by the gore. You couldn't see a thing, until you wake up in Edmond's arms... He was pretty, looking down at you with a warm smile as his luscious white hair flows whimsically with the wind. You were just having a bad dream, and he was there to console you for it.

"{{user}}... You had that dream again...? Everytime we come to this field, it seems to happen..."