Bloodborne Twin Ch. 5

Disclaimer: Bloodborne belongs to FromSoftware and RWBY belongs to the late Monty Oum and Roosterteeth.

Beacon Academy: Two days later:

As the sun had set halfway below the sea, all the students and teachers have returned to their quarters for the night... but not for the middle aged Headmaster. The job required a lot of paperwork, from school reports to the enlistment of new first year students, and so on. Many believed that he never slept, if the coffee mug he carried around all the time were any indication, but caffeine-induced insomnia was not the cause for him to be awake at this hour up in his tower.

He and his female assistant were currently in his office, him sitting behind a clockwork looking glass desk with his hands clasped together. His formal attire consisted of an unzipped black coat over a buttoned vest and green shirt. He also wore trouser shoes and dark, long green pants. A cross was pinned on the cowl around his neck. He had a light complexion and sharp facial features, tousled silver hair, black thin eyebrows and thin brown eyes half covered by a pair of spectacles.

The woman standing next to him was also middle aged. She wore a white long sleeved, pleated top that had a wide keyhole neckline and gauntlet cuffs that flared in pleats at the wrists. Her lower body was covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze and black-brown stockings. She wore black boots with bronze heels, and a cape that was purple on the inside and black on the outside. The cut of the cape was stylized to end in flames and arrows, with a row of diamond-shaped bronze beads on the back. She had very light-blonde hair tied in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her complexion was pale white, and she wore oval-shaped glasses over her bright green eyes.

The room was very spacious with a giant clock built above a cyan colored glass ceiling, audibly ticking away. Above the giant clock was a beacon that continued to shine even during the day, and it could be seen all throughout the city of Vale.

The sound of a ding could be heard as the elevator at the end of the room opened to reveal a middle aged Huntress in a strange and ominous attire. She didn't have her mask and hat this time, revealing her dark skinned face and black hair tied in a bun. The reason she was summoned up to the Headmaster's office was only for her to know for certain. And to be brought up here this late in the evening must have been very important.

"Good evening, I apologize for dragging you away from your nightly duties," the Headmaster greeted calmly.

"I'm sure you have your reasons, Ozpin," said the night Huntress after getting to within four feet of the office desk. Her accent was somewhat thick and her tone was calm with a hint of amusement. "So what seems to be the occasion?"

"Do you remember our talk about this Good Hunter you once spoke so highly of?"

She took a moment to think back to their conversation many years ago before crossing her arms. "... I do." She was somewhat unsure of where this was going.

"What if I were to tell you that she is here in Vale?" This caught her somewhat by surprise.

"Really, how so," the Hunter asked, curious to know if he had the evidence to back it up.

"Yesterday, a video of what the uploader called "an old fashioned huntress" began circulating around MetaVid, eventually becoming a fan favorite. I was ignorant of the phenomenon going on until professor Port sent it my way." He brought up his scroll, tapped the link to the video, and then settled it on the desk as it brought up a holographic display of the video. "This is what it shows."

The video played out with the masked huntress battling the large beowolf pack and eventually her climactic fight with the alpha, but what the nightly professor was looking at was the huntress herself. She recognized her height and gear; the hunter's outfit, the hood, the white mask, her weapons and tools, all of it. This was definitely her alright, and seeing her had brought back memories of a time when she was no longer at her prime but still continued her duty as a hunter until her final encounter. Remembering a time when she first met her, and witnessed her abilities first hand. It was only by gaining insight from this academy that the Night Hunter realized this Hunter she met long ago was a lost native.

"This is definitely her," she finally answered, "I would recognize that mask and outfit anywhere."

"My thoughts exactly," said Ozpin, "which leads me to my next request: I would like for you to retrieve her for me."

"Alone or with a team of first years?"

"I'd prefer you went alone. I'm sure it shouldn't be difficult considering the location, and I do believe she's under the protection of a decorated hero and a local militia."

"What's this village called if I may ask?"

"The village is called Huckleberry," he answered.

Ah, Huckleberry, she remembered being there once or twice. It was where a villager, a non huntsman, had held off a horde of Grimm long enough for a team of hunters to wipe them out and save the village. They may have gotten the job done, but it was that one lone villager who became the real hero; a title worth looking up to. That all had happened eight years ago, and he was still alive to this day and had trained a militia to keep the village safe.

"I suppose I won't mind going there for a visit," said the huntress with calm positivity.

"Will you be taking a Bullhead to get there?"

"No, I'll reach Huckleberry my own way. After that, she and I will head to beacon on foot."

"On foot?" The assistant asked incredulously.

"Yes, Glynda, on foot." The huntress smirked as she then turned and walked to the elevator, "it won't take too long."

She opened the elevator doors and stepped in. "And don't worry," she then turned with her arms still crossed as the doors began to close, "I'll keep her safe."

When the doors closed and the elevator lights ticked down, everything went silent for a moment until Glynda voiced her concern. "Are you sure it's wise to send her out alone?"

"I believe we know her well enough by now, Glynda," replied Ozpin with a soft smile, still in his usual state of calm. "And she knows her better than any of us, even our good doctor."

Meanwhile...

After reaching the base floor the nightly professor strode out of the elevator, went through the courtyard and eventually towards the cliff, facing north towards the direction of the village. From there she stood, watching over the expanse of the Emerald forest. Her capes, looking torn into many pieces to look like feathers, swayed with the wind. She softly smiled, glad to know she had finally come home while a thought ran through her mind.

"Welcome home, Ella."

She activated her Semblance, and her entire form became as black as shadow. Suddenly, the black form began to convulse, and then it dispersed into a flock of crows flying around the spot where the black form of the huntress once stood. The shadow crows then flew towards Huckleberry under the moonlit night.

-The next day: early afternoon-

"So what's your advice on handling these so called Ursa," asked a mask-less Ella.

Quinn and the Good Hunter have been following the tracks and minor destruction of two Ursa pairs through the woods for almost half an hour. The village farmer reported (to Ella of course) hearing sounds of a demonic bear prowling deep within the woods. Luckily the farmer didn't give off much fear, otherwise those Grimm would have been preying upon his farm by then. This ability to sense negativity is what made her curious about the Grimm in the first place. She was eager to help, more so to test her mettle against these black beasts again, but she did not know the lay of the land. Thankfully, Quinn could help in that department, and he was with her at the time of the report. So he volunteered to be her guide and partner during the hunt.

It took them a bit to find the tracks, but once they did find those fresh Ursa tracks they followed them until hopefully those creatures stopped.

"That all depends." The M1 Atlas Tactical Rifle was loose in his hands. He also had a shotgun strapped his back, an automatic pistol, two clips for his rifle, six shells, three pistol clips, and two explosive dust grenades. All in all, he had come prepared.

"There are two kinds: an Ursa Minor, and an Ursa Major. Minors are tougher and stronger than beowolves, but even though they can pack a punch they're just cumbersome, slow and predictable enough to be taken care of. Majors on the other hand are bigger, tougher, stronger, and somewhat smarter than the minors. They look more menacing alright, but I've never met anything that did not go down with enough firepower. A well placed headshot and they're done for."

She raised an eyebrow to that last suggestion and turned to look at him as they walked. "Wouldn't that work for every other Grimm?"

She had learned much about the creatures of Grimm from Quinn while she was in the village. He had explained to her that Grimm were evil creatures made purely of darkness and born without a soul, whereas humans and Faunus have a soul. What was strange was that they only targeted sentient beings and not the wildlife as well, which was odd considering they were called creatures of destruction after all. She had concluded by herself that they were made only for a singular purpose, which was to simply destroy all sentient beings.

Singular purposes aside, she had learned that there was more than one species of Grimm, and they all had the ability to sense negative emotions radiating off people such as sadness, envy, anger, hatred, and so forth. That was something that intrigued her in the first place, and she connected the dots on what the beowolf was actually doing when she first saw the creature prowling in the woods three nights ago. If she and Lavi stayed at that spot any longer...

Well, she didn't want to see another dead child on her conscience, thank you very much.

Now the last interesting thing about the Grimm was their death. Their bodies disintegrated when they died, leaving nothing behind, not even their bones. Scientists have tried to take samples off of their disintegrating corpses, but the samples themselves disappeared no matter what they tried to do. They tried capturing them into captivity, but then they simply died and left nothing behind. Eventually they gave up trying to discover their secrets. To the Hunter, when she first saw their corpses slowly disappearing she thought of them as some sort of living automaton.

"Well, except for the Deathstalkers," he corrected, "their bone armor is seriously tough that a .50 caliber bullet from a sniper rifle can't penetrate it."

"They're the giant scorpion like creatures, right?"

Before he could say she was correct he heard the distinct groan of an Ursa echoing throughout the woods. Apparently it was coming from over the small hill ahead of them. It would seem they were getting close to the end of their trail.

"We'll talk more about them later," he replied while lowering his rifle but kept his finger on the trigger. "We're getting close."

She nodded, and so they once again walked in silence towards the small hill. Once they made it to the top they realized it went down at a shallow slope, and it was at the bottom of the shallow hill that they spotted the two Ursa Minors in the clearing. They really were larger than the beowolves like Quinn said they would be, and they had bony spines on their backs and shoulders. Their limbs were muscular, truly showing that they were built for heavy combat. Like the Beowolves they wore bone masks with red designs on them. For some odd reason they were fighting each other.

"Why are they fighting?" she asked softly.

Quinn looked carefully — and eventually spotted a beehive hung up in a tree close to the Ursa pair's position. It made him smirk. "Did I forget to mention they like honey?"

She raised her eyebrow again in confusion and looked to him. "Wait, aren't they supposed to be creatures of destruction?"

"That's true, but they still act like animals, and it looks like they're fighting over who gets the honey."

"I see," she nodded, and from then on, Ella and Quinn went into a crouch down the hill until they stopped halfway. They both hid behind a bush large enough to hide the two of them in case one of those monsters decided to look in their direction.

"Alright, what's the plan?" she asked softly.

"I'll just sit back and watch, I wanna see how you can handle these Ursi, seeing that you handled a Beowolf pack and their alpha rather well. As for me, I'll act as your sniper just in case more Grimm decide to come and join the fun."

He knew for a fact that she did not have first hand experience with every Grimm, but the way she carried herself in battle proved that she could handle almost anything. But there were other Grimm that would prove to be more than a challenge to her, like the Deathstalker, King Taijitu, Nevermore, and much more.

"Alright, wish me luck." After saying those parting words Ella left the bush and walked all the way to the bottom of the hill, making sure to watch her footing. Even as she came to the edge of the woods the two Ursi were still focusing on each other now in a stand off. She took this moment of distraction by taking out her bowblade. In one swift motion she passed it to her left hand, and in a flick, transformed the sword into a bow.

The sound it made got the pair's attention to see who the new intruder was, only to see coming out of woods and preparing a quicksilver arrow, was a human. Setting aside their fight for later they both completely turned to face her, growling with hatred. As if issuing a challenge the first one stood up and roared, only to be silenced by an arrow that went through its mouth and severed its spinal cord cleanly. It died in mere seconds as it toppled backwards and slowly disintegrated.

The other Ursa was dumbfounded that its partner had died so quickly, but it shook out of its stupor and furiously lumbered to kill the human who murdered its comrade. Ella did not bother to prepare another arrow, instead transforming it back into a sword she wielded on her right hand, and pulled out her pistol, but it was not her Hunter Pistol. It was a .44 magnum semi-automatic Winter Hawk given to her by Quinn for the reason of efficiency. She aimed down the targeting reticle, and as the Ursa came close she fired. The fire dust filled bullet tore a hole right through the bone plate protecting its cranium, stopping it dead right in its tracks some three feet from where she stood.

She looked down at this new weapon of death she held in her left hand, and she had to admit, she was beginning to love this new gun.

Sure, her Hunter Pistol was just as powerful against these Grimm, and she should know because she had upgraded that pistol herself, yet for some reason it would not reload by itself even though she still had her powers. For that reason alone she was given this new gun because it had more bullets in this so called "clip" so she didn't have to waste time reloading one bullet each time she fired. Speaking of reloading, she learned from using it at the firing range that without that special ability her Hunter Pistol was next to useless against a horde of Grimm, only to be useful in a duel against another Hunter if and when it came down to it. The magnum pistol she had in her hand however had a reloading procedure for the gun that was more convenient than the Hunter Pistol, and she only had to reload after the clip became empty. There was only one word to describe this new marvel of ingenuity.

Genius.

Unfortunately, there was still that one drawback. "I know you wanted to eagerly try out that pistol, but now they know where you are," Quinn lectured through an earpiece given to her.

Guns were loud no matter what age you are in, and to be perfectly honest, she was never truly a fan of using stealth. And as if on cue she heard the footfalls and growls of many Grimm coming to the clearing, and looking carefully she saw that they were a pack of Beowolves led by an alpha that looked younger due to the shorter size of its bone spikes. They soon surrounded her halfway, and the count for their numbers were about thirty including the young alpha, but that did not deter her from enjoying her profession.

She went into her usual stance, with her sword version of the bowblade ready in her right hand and her magnum in the other. As the pack made ready to lunge at her, she did something to encourage them all. She giggled as she made a gesture with her pistol held hand which silently told them to… "come at her."

They did exactly that when the young alpha howled for them to attack her. She fired her pistol two times and killed two beowolves, each with a hole in their head, before having to activate her Old Hunter Bone tool when they came close. She teleported and dodged their attacks while cutting them down or shooting them in the heart or head. As she kept doing this she began to hear gunfire from the woods behind her. That had to be Quinn defending himself from another pack of Grimm if the repeated firing was any indication. Realizing her friend was in danger she had to get this done quickly or else she feared he would be overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, Quinn, with a level head and an iron will, was firing accurately left and right at his own pack of beowolves coming down from atop the hill. He was about to snipe at the current pack in the clearing when he heard rapid footfalls coming from the hill behind him, and now he, too, had to join the fight. He had just taken down six of the soulless wolves but it looked like more are just coming over that hill. He had to improvise, otherwise his position would soon be overwhelmed. So he slung his rifle over his shoulder and climbed up a tree behind him in hopes of keeping his enemies occupied on him until Ella came to relieve him.

He was halfway up the second branch when a beowolf made a leap for him, with its jaws open and claws outstretched, ready to drag him back down to earth. What it got for its effort was a shotgun blast to the face, the fire dusted pellets blowing its head off and the force pushing the rest of the disintegrating body back to the ground. He had that second weapon on him for close quarters in case a situation like this happened, and he was quietly thankful that he brought it with him on this trip. He put the shotgun back on his back before jumping up to the fourth branch, just dodging a clawed swipe. At the near top of the tree he got himself settled in and got his shotgun pumped and ready to keep the Grimm off of him.

The beowolves completely surrounded the tree, clawing the bark away and digging further in, jumping and snapping their jaws to try and reach him. Those that became a little smarter began to try and climb up to him, only to get their heads blown off by his shotgun, but that still didn't stop them from trying to reach him. It seemed ideal to him at the time since he had plenty of ammo to keep him safe until Ella came, but the Beowolves were just whittling away at the tree. whether they knew what they were doing or not, it was only a matter of time before the tree broke from its weakened integrity. So he devised something that was just crazy but if timed right it just might work.

Ella meanwhile took out all of the alpha's minions after decapitating one's head with the Blades of Mercy. All that stood between her and rescuing Quinn was the young alpha. She figured it would take longer to put this beast down, but she did not have the time to mess with it. So she used what she knew would kill it much quicker; her inner power. Through her hands she superheated the blades, making them that much deadlier. Magic warded her gloves and attire from the blazing touch of the white-hot metal, and the metal itself from being warped by the heat; however, this incantation ate away at her magical reserve, slowly but steadily so. The blades were made of tougher than steel alloys of meteoric ores that were very receptive to her magic, so she could sustain the charm for hours if need be, but not indefinitely.

She charged at the alpha with her blades in reverse grip, not bothering to reactivate her tool's quickening ability. The alpha made a lunge to grab her with both claws, and she dodged both of them by jumping forward at the last second, but she did not go to plunge her daggers into its heart. She dashed between its legs instead and chopped them both off at the knees like a literal hot knife through butter. The alpha fell forward on its clawed hands and snarled in anger through clenched teeth.

The Hunter did not stop there, however, as she skidded hard to a stop and turned to run up its spiked back. In surprise, the alpha turned his head around, giving her a perfect target of opportunity: the white-hot blades twirled in her hands, then dug through the monster's armored skull to reach the tender tissue beneath. The aberration screamed in pain, only to abruptly fall silent as the metal tore through its brain. Like a marionette whose strings had been cut, the beowolf slumped into the ground. A swift flick of her wrists, then the blades came free, and the Hunter somersaulted away in a barrel roll right before the monster started to disintegrate.

With the alpha taken care of she could go and assist Quinn, but before she could to that, two explosions sent birds screaming into the sky all over the forest around her. She whirled around, and her keen eye spotted the soldier running among the trees as he fired his pistol at the beowolves limping behind him. All the beasts she could see were injured in one way or another, some even missing limbs, yet they still kept coming on.

At this point Ella charged into the fray once again. She ran past Quinn, and his eye caught her slender figure for a brief instant before she vanished where she stood. There was finesse to her movements, but nothing to detract from how brutally practical they were: she was everywhere at once, covering impossible distances in the time it took for his eyes to blink, lopping off heads and slicing off limbs almost casually, but no less mercilessly for that.

He paused for a moment to reload his guns, and to behold the unfolding massacre. He had played it close himself, tossing grenades at the base of his own tree and at the Grimm surrounding it, hoping it would buy him enough time and space to make his escape, trusting at the same time Ella would have made short work of the monsters hounding her. A mixture of pleased relief and well guarded fear had possessed him when his prediction turned out to be true to the letter. Years of soldiering had allowed him to gauge her skill, with the resulting estimation being outrageous — but yes, she was that good.

What caught his eye, though, was her blades being heated up. Was that her Semblance? He had not seen her do that three nights ago. Of course, it could have been because of her assumption of being feared by the people, remembering the backstory she told him that night. Everything about her was a mystery to him, even if her backstory was so far fetched. Perhaps he should ask her about that Semblance of hers when they had the time.

When the remaining beowolves finally ceased to live, Ella folded her blades back into one form after absorbing the heat back into herself, pulled out the pistol she had borrowed from Quinn and a fresh clip to reload it, and then walked up to him as if it were just another day on the job. She noticed how he assessed his performance and partially spread out her arms with a bit of a smug smirk. "Sorry about the mess."

Remembering that it was her who had started this debacle in the first place his expression turned to that of a frown. "Yeah, next time try to be more subtle about it! I'm pretty sure you can take them on with just that sword of yours!"

She was about to retort when suddenly they heard a growing rumble coming from behind Quinn, but that was not the only thing they heard. Whatever it was, it was big as they heard trees being torn down as the thing grew closer. Soon it finally revealed itself as it crashed through the tree line to be an Ursa, but it's not really a minor; it was a Major. It really was bigger and tougher than the Minors, and the spikes were larger and many. It also had bone plates that almost covered half of its body including the arms. It really would kind of live up to the name "Demon Bear," but Ella did not care about titles. All she cared about right now was taking on this new prey.

Ella raised her borrowed pistol and cocked it. "Let's bring this beast down."

The Major stood up and roared at the two humans, but then it tried to cover both its face and chest from the bullet fire from both Ella and Quinn by using its left arm as a shield. What it did next baffled Ella; it half blindedly charged on two legs.

"Split!" Shouted Quinn before they both dodged in opposite directions from its one armed sweep attack. The Major made the decision to go after the Hunter, believing it was the bigger threat, and used his meat shield of a left arm to crush her but instead his clawed palm crushed the grassy ground, forming a small crater. It did not matter whichever human it chose as his back was then being shot by Quinn's rifle. All that did, however damaging a shot, was making the Major angrier. It spun about to face Quinn, and seeing that he was 2 yards away it did something that baffled Ella even more.

It leaped after him.

"It can jump. That bloody bear can jump!" Ella paled as she watched the large Grimm bear pounce upon Quinn, paws poised to slam him into the ground. The soldier waited until the last moment to try and find a moment to land a lethal shot, and that was a mistake. He jumped out of the way, but the shockwave from the missed slam threw him off balance. Ella of course was firing her pistol at the Grimm's back, hoping to gets its attention but it ignored her in favor of the other human, sensing it had weakened its target, and took another swipe at it. Quinn rolled away, and with quick motions he stood back on his feet, tossed his rifle aside, pulled out his shotgun and blasted pieces of bone off the Major's paw as it attempted another swipe. The beast recoiled, stunned; the soldier tried to exploit the opening but his next shot was blocked by another bony paw. An angry roar, and the monster tried to backhand him; Quinn ducked to avoid it, but the return swipe caught him in full. The impact blew him away. The shotgun came to rest uselessly against a tree.

Just after the Major did that it felt a stabbing pain from his back. It furiously turned to swipe at the offender but it missed, and the Hunter came right back up to it and made two hot crisscrossing slashes to the chest, causing it to recoil in pain again. She was duel wielding the super heated Blades of Mercy again as she went to work on cutting down this demonic bear. Each time she dodged and found an opening, she would dive in, make a few deep, burning cuts, pull back, and repeat the process again. This strategy against a bigger and stronger foe had saved her many times in her one night career, but that all changed when she met Maria and the Bloody Crow of Cainhurst.

The Ursa Major fought back viciously, but the wounds and the pain and the burns were piling up, and its swipes were getting predictable and sluggish. Ella sensed victory was at hand, and pressed on. A cruel stab on its flank had it at last cry out in agony, a cry the Hunter cut short with yet another two slashes and a brutal kick on its jaw. A point-blank shotgun blast on Quinn's part knocked it flat onto the ground. Anger still flickered on its eyes as it tried to get back on its feet, but the heel of a boot stomped down on its head. There was a sickening crunch, and then silence.

Ella folded the now cooled blades back together and pulled out the Winter Hawk, aimed point blank at its skull and pulled the trigger. The massive slug cracked through the skull and destroyed the brain, thus ending the beast's existence.

"Well, that was something," she exhaled.

As the body started to disintegrate the Hunter sheathed her weapons and looked to see Quinn coming around the body, but something was odd: he was not bleeding.

"Are you alright? You took quite a hit, yet there doesn't seem to be a scratch on you." She says this as she scrunched her eyes in both confusion and wonder.

"I'm good, thanks to my Aura," he answered. "Bastard took quite a large chunk of it off me, but I'll be fine."

That got her even more confused and raised an eyebrow to the name Aura. "What is Aura?"

"It's a manifestation of our soul, it strengthens us and keeps us safe from harm. You have the same thing, don't ya?"

"I... don't think so?" She answered this as she tilted her head with a hint of uncertainty.

That answer made him confused. If that was not aura, then what the heck was it? Then he remembered back to their conversation three nights ago.

'Oh, right. Amnesia, blood plagues, madmen, a supposed nightmare city. Yeah, this is going to be more complicated than I thought.' He sighed.

"Ya know what, how about we talk about it on the way back," he suggested.

"Sure, but let me go get my arrow first." She went to where she first fought the Ursas and eventually found her steel arrow. Surprisingly, it was still intact, not even slightly bent whatsoever and near-pristine in its sharpness. She silently thanked whatever gods were out there for this. She knew that quicksilver arrows were somewhat weak when it came to integrity, and was able to recover only three intact arrows from two days ago. What she did learn from the village blacksmith that quicksilver was a seriously rare resource, and the cost of making another quicksilver arrow was too high. So instead he made steel arrows to complement both integrity and sharpness. Like the quicksilver arrows in design (though lacking in artistic engravings) it could be deployed from its compact form to its fully stretched form when preparing to fire. Although it was a little heavier than quicksilver, it was still accurate enough no matter what.

With that accounted for, they started making their way back to Huckleberry. Ella noted distantly that there were still a lot of birds in the sky, no doubt scared because of all the shots and explosions, and that assumption caused her to miss how a flock of pitch black crows watched them go studiously.

A/N: And finally the 5th chapter is here, hope you guys liked it. Anyways, sorry it didn't come out last week Wednesday like you were expecting it to. I was planning on ending this chapter at a cliffhanger with the Ursa Major, but I know you guys just hate cliffhangers. So I decided to write further on this and ended up with a long chapter. Plus me and CruxMDQ were still in the editing phase of this chapter.

As for the reveal of her Semblance, that was just a small taste of it. I'm not gonna reveal the name of it yet, but you will be seeing more of it in the future.

Also, you all got to see a character who seems to know very well about Ella, but I think you all know who she is by the description. I mean it's hard to hide the identity of someone who is so iconically familiar to every Bloodborne player out there. I tried to get her character right as best I could, but I'm just not sure.

Before I end this chapter, I want to ask you guys one thing. Would you all like for me to write longer chapters? If so/not, please let me know in the reviews. If you all do agree to have me write longer chapters, I should warn you that it will take me longer to get these done, and the schedule for posting will be more sporadic.

Oh, I kinda forgot about the cover image, I got this with permission from SatsuiNoHado from . I'll be honest, this is the closest I could find to my protagonist. I'll explain it later on.

I'm not giving up on this story, not by a long shot I can tell you that much.

Anyways, this Kyro2009, signing off.