A field of grass waves back and forth along a sullen breeze coming from the ocean currents in the far distance. A drip of blood patches the green blades in red, as a girl wearing bronze armor with auburn hair, wields her blue-crystal-like blade in front of her, a stream of blood oozing from her forehead.
She shakes her head, clenching her palms onto the handle of her sword, then looking up to a dense smoke covering the front of her vision. Several cracks and fizzes emit from the fog, as a girl wearing a black lolita dress with black roses at the sides, brushes her blonde hair consisting of long pigtails behind her ear with a smirk.
"I can see the fear in your eye. Your mommy's decaying corpse right behind you, along with your father who's probably getting cut to shreds by that Lina girl. You're afraid of death, but death is to be welcomed. It's a part of life." Liza taunts, showing her sharp canine teeth at the side of her mouth with a grin.
