The island city of Aranuvia, a paradise at sea. It had more land than its citizens could ever need, and with no signs of monsters on their land, their children and livestock grew healthy. As long as they kept the bay and had minimal interaction with the hell's sea, there was nothing that could threaten their lives, not the enemy nations nor disease.
Yet, even in a land free of violence, people died and had to be buried in a cemetery. One such cemetery was the most renowned, not because of some overblown sighting of a spirit, but rather a chilling phenomenon that happened every waking moment.
"Hey…Isn't that the girl?" In whispers, people talked about Choux as she opened the cemetery gate with a snowdrop flower held in her hand. Drowning away their voices by the sound of the creaking gate, she continued walking down the stone path between the many graves.
