At some point, it opened its eyes.

Complete darkness, so thick that it couldn’t see even an inch ahead.

I am…

In the comforting embrace of the darkness that surrounded it, it recalled a name.

I am Krumo….

As the name surfaced, emotions began flooding its mind: anger, fear, sorrow, despair. Emotions, unfiltered, poured into it, and it began to be consumed by the most intense, ferocious of them all.

Rage.

This burning, fiery rage—what was its source? Suddenly, something flashed before its eyes, blazing red, just like the fury it felt. Remembering the crimson glow that had split its …