A beautiful woman was running, her body like the wind as she tore through a dark forest, the trees narrow and dead.
Without a single leaf on their body, during spring when the buds should have been spouting, only death remained in this forest away from the bustling Arcadia city.
"Haa...Haa.... finally...!" Her soft voice sounded as the soft silver locks of her hair swayed in the huge moon above, which bathed her in its gentle light.
Her breathing was rough as she approached a huge figure on the horizon, yet her body was extremely agile, clearly something inhuman.
She quickly entered the castle's broken door, rusted metal.
She shattered wood filled with the stench of mould, but the ground ahead of her was missing; instead, a huge empty black hole, where only a huge drop seemed likely; her only path was to run along the weathered walls to the distant stone floor on the other side of the room.