Prologue
Smell of leaves in cold Autumn afternoon. No training today. Close eyes in bliss, exhale and inhale. Open eyes. Stare at sky. Stare at sky and avoid glancing at old bloodstain on floor.
Look at clouds. Gaze, contemplate. To think, the same sky used to be colored a pretty shade of scarlet on many different occasions.
Shiver.
Still remember. Hate to remember.
Remember eyes of a demon.
Eyes of blood.