It's just you and her. You lift your head, letting the wind pass by to subtly wash your face stained with fresh blood and wounds. The ceiling is dark and empty as if your life has been annihilated, perhaps in a moment.

Her white hair fluttered freely, pure light shining on her bloodstained body. the red tip of her sword was drawn towards your neck without a single thought. the sword looked ferocious and was messed up by the blood caused by you and her, the woman's gaze was cold and flat, showing no mercy at all.

" Go ahead if you want to give up, you can tell me your last words. " Acheron assured, Her crimson gaze ready to draw you and waiting for an answer.