There is a place. A place that was created by humanity's tears and woe. A place where every angst story lives. A place where no-one is innocent. A place where blood stains everyone's hands. A place where hope doesn't exist. An immortal world.
A crack resounded throughout the room. It is dark, pitch black. You suddenly see two sea-green eyes in the darkness. A little light from a candle shines light throughout the small room you find yourself in. You gaze upon the being the eyes belong to and find yourself studying a young girl, who looks as if she is sixteen. She has deathly pale skin and dirty blond hair. She holds her hand out to you and slowly opens her mouth.
"Take my hand." She says. You feel the urge to grasp her hand and you do so without a second thought. Her hand is cold as ice and feels a smooth as a slippery pebble at the bottom of a lake. You are suddenly sucked into a hole and come out feeling as if you can't breath. Then pain soon subsides and you look upon the girl who i