It was at the beginning of a battle, when the rain suddenly appeared, together with the dark silhouette of a man, who was meant to kill them all.

It was at the end of the battle, when the rain refused to stop. His body was shaking from the bitter cold wind, but his face remained calm.

What an Irony. He kills whoever dares to touch him, yet hoping that one day, someone will come to finally end him.

He turned around, facing the bloodshed he'd created.

Why can't I just die..