''Ahhhh--ahhhh!


    The man - in the desolate and scorched wilderness - was screaming in despair.


    All around him, as far as the eye could see - a sea of blood.


    Hundreds and thousands of what used to be people had dyed this wilderness red.


    A man was kneeling on the ground, which was stained red in the middle of the sea of blood, holding the corpse of a woman in his arms.


    ''''Irene...!　I''m sorry...　I couldn''t stay....


    When a man arrived on this battlefield and killed dozens, maybe hundreds of people to get to the woman, it was too late.


    "I swore an oath to protect.........!　We have to lose it this time...


    -- The woman was beautiful.


    Her long jet-black hair, which reached her waist, flowed down to the red ground.


    The vivid color of blood that must have been splattered on her clear, translucent white skin, as if it were relative to that jet-black hair, was conspicuously visible.


    The closed eyelids (eyelids) - never to be opened again.


    ''''Irene........!　Irene....!


    The man holds the woman, who is still warm, to his chest and continues to call her name as he cries - "I''m sorry.


    -- forgive me, I''m sorry.


    As if to say so, he continued to call her name as if to plead with her.


    How many minutes, enough - how many hours had the man been doing that?


    The tears no longer dried up and flowed, he just looked at her face, stunned.


    -- everything, lost.


    The man''s heart was caught up in those words, those thoughts.


    He had lost his parents when he was a child - he had also lost his childhood friend, whom he had looked up to like an older sister.


    After that, he also had a best friend who supported him when he was devastated by despair.


    That best friend, too - died because of a mistake in his judgment.


    If I had made a different choice then, that best friend would be alive.


    And there was only one thing left of his life - his girlfriend, Irene.


    She had been there for me after I lost my parents, my childhood friends, and my best friend.


    I loved her and she loved me.


    But - now she''s dead.


    In front of me.


    --enough is enough.


    --I''ve lost everything and there is no point in living in this world anymore.


    The man holds the dagger in his hand.


    --I''m sorry, Irene.......we swore to live together....


    --I''m coming to you...........


    And then the man - he cut his own head off.


    The man falls on his back, feeling the blood rapidly draining from his body.


    He can taste the blood in his mouth as well, and he coughs out the liquid rising from his throat.


    The ground, which was bright red from the start, turns a brighter red.


    When the man looked up, the sky was blue, and a beautiful white cloud flowed across it.


    The blue and clear sky was beautiful in contrast to this sea of bright red blood.


    --Irene.........the day I met you was also this blue sky.......


    The man was looking at a running horse light at the point of death.


    All the unpleasant and happy memories went through his head and disappeared in an instant.


    The man looked next to him and saw his beloved, whom he had just held in his arms.


    --You''re not going to be able to find a way to make your life easier.


    As I thought that, the pain and sensations suddenly became distant.


    My consciousness also faded away, and I felt the sensation of everything becoming nothingness at the end of my life.


    The man - Eric died.