Glass and blood dotted the tiled floor as another ray of moonlight crept through the broken window. A most unimaginable occurrence drew all eyes into the center of the kitchen.

Splayed and sprawled was the limp body of the house's mistress. Her golden eyes rolled toward the ceiling and her mouth was awry with terror. A large sword impaled her abdominal and was the suspected cause of death.

A white-haired youth had collapsed beside the girl. He shuddered and reached out to his dear friend with arms open, only to be rejected by Death's ugly stare. Steeped in her blood, he kept reaching and stretching over her body. Tears of frustration splashed on the pale girl and magnified her wretched wounds.

The young man wrapped himself around his little friend and sobbed with his blue eyes wide. He stared out of the window and up at the laughing moon above in a sea of bloody stars. His heart palpitated ever quicker at the assailant drew nearer from across the room. He could feel its itching fingers grasp his neck and squeeze what life remained out into the frigid night air.

The boy stood, eyes now slanted and bloody like the moon,

"Hello, Soma."