"It's just you, me, and the end of the world, huh, Razrush'ya?" Yuki says softly, sitting on a cliff, looking over the ruins of her old home, burning with black fire. "What am I saying? Of course it is. That's how it was always meant to be. Everyone ever loved died. Left me to suffer through this cursed existence. And so did you, Razrush'ya. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘖𝘯𝘦."

She tilts her head back, closing her eyes. "The Moon is beautiful, isn't it?" She sits in the eerie silence. Alone. Except for a lone shadow, that knows no home.