If I tell you, will you believe me?

[A few centuries ago, somewhere in the kingdom.]

The night was dark and chilling. The wind was blowing softly. But the sky was a mess. Even though the moon has the freedom to venture over the sky freely, it was not allowed to show its face because of the heavy clouds, which were producing heavy sounds and could burst at any moment.

But the sound of the clouds was not the only sound that was disturbing the quietness of the night.

Far away from the town, deep inside the forest, there was the sound of clanking produce, and it was uneven and desperate. It was the sound of digging on the ground.

There was a person who was standing in the middle of the night in a deep forest, holding a spade in his hand while digging the ground.

His breathing was erratic and unsteady. His face was filled with despair. There was so much tension in his mind, which was not stable at the moment. His body was covered in sweat, which was running all over his body without stopping. His eyes were focused on the soil, which was clouded by fear.

Despite the fact that the ground was solid, he could feel a strong tremor beneath his feet.

But his body was moving without a break, digging one after another.

His thoughts were not stable at all. So many thoughts were running through his mind.

"This. can't. be. happening!" His lips were fluttering and the voice that was coming out of them was not stable at all. His hands were doing their jobs without the little rest.

His exhaling and digging speed increased as his thoughts were going wild.

Suddenly, a sound, which was filled with discouragement, rang through his mind.

(What does it feel like to be swallowed up by despair?)

"No, I am not in despair. There is nothing which can cause me despair." His face twisted into a false grin as he denied the thought in his mind abruptly at once after hearing it.

His breathing became much more disoriented. The hand that was digging into the land had visible muscle bulges and twitched veins because of the unstoppable force which was pouring on them.

"Please! Show me some miracles." He screamed, looking desperately toward the ground.

(You asked for a miracle! How presumptuous of you.)

A voice echoed through his ears again. Despite the fact that no one was standing beside him, he was constantly hearing the voice.

"Just shut up! She can't be here."  His muffled scream, filled with anger and denial, left his mouth as those mocking sounds echoed around his ears again. The terror inside of him started to obscure his vision as he was digging deeper.

Finally, the air reverberated with a massive clanking sound.

Over the sky, the moon, which was hiding behind the cloud, shows its face after coming out of the cloud as the clanking sound was produced.

It was supposed to scatter the bright light after showing its face, but once the moon appeared in the sky, instead of showing white, it painted the whole sky red, because the night was also presented with a lunar eclipse.

In the light of the moon, the appearance of the person becomes visible, which was hidden earlier. This individual was dressed in long trousers that were half rumpled inside and wrinkled inside his trouser. His feet were bare without shoes. His eyes were golden, with long pupils like an animal's. His face was adorned with a long canine.

His entire body was covered in hair, with the exception of a small patch around his face. His nails were sticking out of his fingers. Those nails were long and as sharp as a knife, which was meant to pierce skin.

As the sound appear, he screamed without thinking, "No!"

He threw the spade he was holding aside when he heard that sound and knelt down to take a closer look while pushing the soil away.

What he saw made him lose his footing. He miserably fell on the ground.

"How.can.it .be.true?"

In front of his eyes, the long, thin, diamond-shaped coffin made its appearance, coated in leftover debris.

  (In the end, there is nothing you can do.)

Eventually, he gave up trying to silence the mocking, which was once more whispering in his ear. He unexpectedly felt that his body had become cold.

"It's de..fi... nit... el.." broken pieces of words trying hard to leave his mouth as his face was blankly staring at the coffin.

All of a sudden, he felt that his limbs had lost all of their strength. He started to stand up on his feet to move toward the coffin, but his legs were not listening to him at all. He fell hard on the ground as he put pressure on his legs to stand up. This does not happen all at once, but a few times. He was not even able to make his legs work to allow him to stand. But this did not stop his movement at all. He started using his hand to push him forward, toward the coffin.

But the coffin that appeared under the left-over rubble was not simple at all. It has so many pointed nails engraved above it in a formation with no room to breathe. However, he was not in a state to notice these nails as he rushed toward them.

His eyes were glistening and his voice was mournful. He was attempting to open the coffin by shoving debris on top of it.

But opening it leads to thousands of piercings and stabbings in the skin and bone which was slowly painting the top of the coffin Red.

But they do not even deserve to be concerned at the moment. Only opening it matters the most.

After a quiet struggle, it opened and the results made him lose his remaining life force. It's like, all of a sudden, someone snatches away the earth beneath his feet. He felt his body had become even lighter than air.

(Don't you sometimes feel as if the world around you is unfair?)

His mocking noise could be heard once more. However, none of those noises were making any kind of an impact on him. Instead, what was jolting his world was the scene before his eyes. His face becomes pale and his expression shows an utter grimace in despair.

"Aaaa!" a crying scream was audible enough to be heard a distance away from the mile.

The coffin, which he opened after the struggle, was not empty. Inside, there was a woman sleeping. She had a pale white face and black hair. Her lips were shining red like a cherry, and her cheeks were as pink as roses. Her body was draped in a brown gown with a spotted pattern. The dress included white motifs that complemented the frilly decorations in certain areas. Except for her neck and face, her whole body was covered. Even her legs were also wrapped in boots.

Her hair was loose behind her head, with a few strands braided in as a crown.

Her smile,  which was pleasant and exuding happiness, was there.

It was a pleasant  view to be held, like an infant lost in profound slumber

"She is just sleeping."

"She will wake up, won't you?"

He was leaning towards her, softly brushing his hands against her face, while she lay motionless and still inside the coffin.

"You wake up!"

"Don't do this to me. Please wake up! "

He jolted her repeatedly while saying that over and over again. She was still there, though, lying motionless in front of him.

"Why are you not waking up just wake up?"

Suppressing emotion over feeble abandoned hope started to linger over him, and eventually, the frightening realization hit him.

"What have I done?" He leaned toward her, raising his arms in an embrace, drawing her softly up into a sitting position, making her lean towards his chest, and smooched on her face gently over and over again in a repeated manner for a while after he wiped his tears.

And slowly, he took her out of the coffin and put her on his lap like a precious doll and gently embraced her tightly in his bossom, and said, "If I had the opportunity to reverse everything all over again, I would... I would... I would not let this shadow of mine touch you again."

The storm of tears, which were flowing like a flood, was raining through his eyes while his chin was resting on her head softly.

"But what now? What should I do? You left me again. How many... " As his agonizing pain grew more intense, he was scarcely able to speak.

"How many times have you done it?" His voice was becoming restless while his hand was stroking through her face and hair.

"And why are you the only one?"

"Why not me?" His voice had taken on the victim's ache, making him difficult to breathe.

He had the unsettling sensation that something was trapped in his throat.

"This is all my fault. I should have restrained myself." While speaking anxiously, he gave her a tender hug.

"But what can I do?"

"I love you so much."

"Please come back!"

"I promise I will restrain myself, my love!"

"Don't abandon me. I'm begging you. "

"Because without you, I am alone."

"Please! Do not subject me to this punishment. "

"Tell me!"

"What should I do now?"

His eyes were roaming all around for help, but there was no hope at all and the suffering had reached its peak.

"Aaaa!" He howls, his whole breath pouring out, looking into the sky.

Every night creatures mourned with him as his sound rippled across the forest because it was a dismal night filled with sadness in the air.

This is how, on the night of the full moon with the lunar eclipse, Rollace found Marylin, his longtime love, as a corpse in his arms.