(Aku no Tsurugi) 悪の剣
As I stood there, truly wondering where to go and what to do that twisted shadowy figure that haunted my dreaming hours made itself very apparent. She stood out from the background as if she were some kind of twisted painting, one where the artist had only whites and reds with which to bring his horrid nightmarish figure to life. She wandered slowly but purposefully off into the shadows of the streets, her twisted form disappearing into an alley way.
As I looked down I noticed a trail of blood leading off in the direction the girl had gone. It was too apparent, what she wanted me to do. So I followed after her, into the urban jungle as they call it, unknowing of what may befall me.
I came to a crossroads in the back alley ways. The blood trail had stopped here, and it seemed as though I had no guidepost to lead me on my way.
The left path was half obscured by a dumpster, and unlit, rendering it in a kind of eery silence and stillness.
The right path is better lit, but shadows of forms are obvious further along. Anyone out this late at night is probably trouble.
As I looked down I noticed a trail of blood leading off in the direction the girl had gone. It was too apparent, what she wanted me to do. So I followed after her, into the urban jungle as they call it, unknowing of what may befall me.
I came to a crossroads in the back alley ways. The blood trail had stopped here, and it seemed as though I had no guidepost to lead me on my way.
The left path was half obscured by a dumpster, and unlit, rendering it in a kind of eery silence and stillness.
The right path is better lit, but shadows of forms are obvious further along. Anyone out this late at night is probably trouble.