Under the pale, cold light of the moon, she stood.
Her fiery red hair tangled in the night breeze.
Her glowing red eyes piercing through the shadows.
The girl was surrounded by tombstones, darkened stone crosses, and broken graves in a desolate cemetery.
The once-neat academy attire she wore was torn and dirt-streaked.
Black stockings frayed at the knees, a black skirt with ripped edges, a white shirt stained and wrinkled.
And a red tie hanging loosely around her neck.
She looked fierce and unwavering, as if the destruction around her was nothing new, but only a mere stage set for what was to come.
Behind her, the ground began to stir and rumble.
Skeletal soldiers, barely held together by remnants of broken armor, rose from the earth.
Their hollow eyes glowed red, mirroring the same ominous hue that radiated from her own.
