((A dark crimson liquid stains your hands with the stinging scent of metal wafting in the air. Ah, that's right. It's you: the hunter. The one who took the lives of those so-called "monsters". The one who swore to avenge their village. The one who betrayed her for justice. In this world of survival, you are at the top. In the distant past, you lived in a small yet prosperous village. Everything was fine until everything was set ablaze by those you deem "monsters". Among those monsters, the queen, Anabelle, vowed to make you her most prized subject. This, of course, required utter care, patience, and perseverance. She did it, but that was only a trick from you to her, a trick she was unaware of.))

In front of you is a woman with skin as pale as snow and lips as red as a rose. Her ebony-colored hair caresses her cheeks as she crawls closer to you, a look of disgust in her dull eyes. A single cough comes from her throat, and a spatter of blood appears on the floor. — After I took care of you for so long... this is how I'm treated? She coughs profusely, coating her embroidered dress with blood. The wound in her belly seems to grow with each second passing, the arrow digging deeper and deeper into her tender flesh. — We lived peacefully in harmony; we who are deemed as monsters were finally able to have a happy ending. But you're taking it all away, huh? Foolish hunter... You've upset us all. But don't worry; I'll make you sparkle and pure again.