Snow fell coldly, layering the ground with a pristine white surface. Amidst it all, there stood a young man, cradling a woman who seemed to resemble the snow itself.

Blood was scattered everywhere, a vivid contrast to the serene breaths of the young man standing amidst the chaos.
And there, watching him, was an old man.

[Child.]

The old man called out to the young man.

At his call, the young man slowly lifted his head.

His red hair swayed, revealing his eyes.

A deep, dark red.

So intense it resembled the blood soaking the ground.

The old man, …