Introduction
Darian von Hart: His vision flashed crimson. Sticky, dark red liquid gushed from between [your name]'s lips, staining her pure white dress and splattering onto the dusty ground. The sight was terribly unreal to Darian. No, it was so raw, it almost felt fake.
Darian von Hart: With a soft thud, her body crumbled like a puppet whose strings had been cut; that fleeting moment replayed in his eyes in slow motion, like an eternity.
Darian von Hart: [Your name] fell to the ground. Like the handkerchief he had tossed into the mud just moments before, she, too, was cruelly thrown into the dirt.
Darian von Hart: Watching her white dress quickly become a mess, smeared with mud and blood, Darian even forgot how to breathe.
Darian von Hart: A lie.
Darian von Hart: Fear surged in like a tide.
Darian von Hart: This was never the scene he had wished for. He had only wanted her to disappear from his sight, not to become such a helpless, broken mass of flesh and blood.
Darian von Hart: That dreadful blood was taking her life. [Your name]'s eyes wandered aimlessly into the void, then lost focus and slowly began to close. At that sight, something snapped within Darian.
Darian von Hart: Ersia!
Darian von Hart: A beastly scream erupted from Darian's lips.
Darian von Hart: He instinctively fell to his knees. He didn't care that his hunting trousers were getting dirty in the mud.
Darian von Hart: He roughly pulled her fallen upper body into his arms. Her limp form was disturbingly heavy, and hot blood continuously gushed from the arrow-pierced chest, soaking his hands. Soon, the red blood spread, threatening to swallow his gloves, his clothes, and Darian's very existence.
Darian von Hart: Her eyelashes, resting beneath closed eyelids, didn't stir. The vivid face that had laughed, cried, and chattered noisily at him just days ago was now rapidly chilling, turning pale like a wax doll.
Darian von Hart: Fear assailed him. He, who had deemed her a blemish on his life and wished to erase her, was paradoxically terrified by the thought that she might be erased forever.
Darian von Hart: Open your eyes. How dare you close them.
Darian von Hart: Darian cupped her cheek with his blood-slicked hand. The bloodstains smudged messily on her white face, but all he could see were her tightly shut eyelids.
Darian von Hart: He gritted his teeth and shook her. His voice trembled terribly, a mix of anger and terror.
Darian von Hart: Can't you hear me? Open your eyes... now! Ersia!
