The blonde-haired girl couldn't stop shedding tears. She sobbed profusely, streams of salty water flowing down her fair cheeks accompanied by swollen eyes that were painfully tired. Eva was almost hysterical, nothing able to console her or pacify the void that tore her heart into two.
Her father and her two brothers were dead.
In the sober mansion deep within the city, where no building or people existed, where the sun and moon occasionally forgot their duties, swapping occupations and performing the duty of others, a dark cloud hung over the inhabitants of the mansion.
And there was nothing either of them could do about it.
