It seemed so long ago that I had spent days living with Rentaro and Enju. Those peaceful days were mere memories, thoughts that were now becoming hazy as more timed passed and painful things threatened to replace them. So many of her sisters had died next to her and now lay at her feet. So many small bodies not given a proper burial and were just left on the battlefield. So many painful screams still echoing in her mind, drowning out all other sound.

Deep cleansing breaths and closed eyes were the only things that could keep them away. Unfortunately, the only time where she could focus so intently was on the battlefield, where more of these memories occurred. It was a vicious cycle that she couldn't escape from. That was why she had to fight as hard as she could every day to make the fighting end as soon as possible.

Kisara's grew darker by the day, and something seemed, off, with Rentaro. Her jealousy began to envelop her as she watched Enju grow closer and closer to him, and she was stuck with Kisara. She hated herself for actually admitting that. But she couldn't help it, she had gone from one hell to another kind of it. Her heartbeat grew slower and more quieter by the day and she wondered if this was what dying felt like.

She cried herself to sleep, cursing the Gastrea, and Rentaro for making her feel this way.

Her dreams were filled will rivers of blood and glowing, lifeless eyes lighting up a ruined landscape. A smiling, white mask flashed and then it returned to darkness.