lying in a pool of his blood. A boy with silky smooth straight long black hair and a feminine face, both dyed red by the blood around him, felt his eyelids flutter as darkness descended on his vision.

Although he knew his resistance was futile he couldn help but instinctively cling to life as he slowly felt his consciousness fade into darkness.

”You know, you are beautiful even when you are dying. ”

Standing not too far from the boy was a beautiful and elegant woman, standing straight as she watched with a tinge of sadness as the boy slowly died in a pool of his own blood.

Despite the gory scene, she couldn help but admit that the black-haired boy in front of her looked just as beautiful as he did when she had first met him.

”It didn have to be you, you know. ”

”Why couldn you have listened to me? Why did you not just sit still? Maybe then you would not have to die like this. ”

”Why does it have to be you? ”

The decision that led him to where he was was a decision that would make anyone else want to run away.

Was it to be a hero?

Perhaps, no matter how much his heart was dyed black by the ugly desires of others, deep down he always had a naive sense of justice.

But whether he realized it or not, subconsciously, he knew that becoming a hero wasn something worth working so hard for.

”You were perfect, more perfect than anyone. Your only flaw was that you never listened to anyone. ”


A voice?

Although the boy could hear the voice of the woman, he couldn be bothered to pay attention as he felt someone calling out to him.

”….A….r…..a ”

Is somone calling me?

Who is it that is calling out to me?

The voice was not from the woman in front of him but somewhere else, somewhere far away.

Normally he would have thought that he was just hallucinating, but even at deaths door, his instincts, which had never failed him and had acted as his guide for the past 18 years, were telling him otherwise.


He slowly lifted his arm and reached out towards the darkness with the voice as a guide.

With a strong and pure belief.

With the will to never fall into despair.

He continued to struggle no matter how stacked the odds were against him.

for the sake of himself and others.

That was how he reached his end.

Or so it was supposed to be.


He didn know when it happened, but he felt as if he were floating through space, his head foggy and unable to grasp anything.

He felt and saw nothing.

The next thing he felt was a tearing sensation throughout his body as if his mind, body, and soul were being ripped apart into a thousand pieces.

The pain and anguish were unbearable, and it wasn until what seemed like an eternity had passed that the pain eventually faded.

Finally regaining himself, he found himself waking up in a dark but cozy old room.

”What happened? ”

Still experiencing the aftereffects of the mind-breaking headache he slowly rose from where he lay, discovering himself resting on a makeshift old bed with a thin blanket covering his body.

”I thought I had died?. ”

”Hmm? ”

Settling down his busy and active mind, he quickly noticed someone lying next to him.

”Who? ”

In fact, he didn just notice one person.

Looking around, he found himself in a fairly small-sized, rectangular-shaped room surrounded by several young and small children, of both gender, all of whom were fast asleep.

”Children? Where did they come from? ”

Quickly counting all the heads in the room, he discovered that there were a total of 4 of them, excluding himself.

As for the room itself, it was practically empty, with two windows, a couple of candles used for lighting, and a handful of old, faded paintings hung on the walls around the room. Although small and not much, it gave the room a sense of warmth and security.

”Where am I? ”

He whispered to himself.

”Did I somehow survive? ” he thought for a moment ”No, thats impossible. After all th

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