Prologue

The scent of flower drew a mystery feelings. An abyss she had fallen into, that bore pain, brought death, milked blood were tracing over her skin like it was made out of crystal glass.

As she face the consiquences, something sinister bore down on them.
Darkness encircled the light thrown by the streetlamp.

It was the death. The death she's been looking for.

Will he able to win it back?

Aife Valerie Amos, A girl who refuse to accept a melanchonic peace so death could close around her.

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Date started: Jul. 08, 2020