In a place where flowers bloom the color of blood and people kill for their single ticket home stands a feminine lad with locks bleached blonde and eyes lost. In a place where eye twitches and loud laughters melt into an empty void of bloodthirst and brutality is the only key to survival, a six-foot-tall juvenile stares at his bloody hands and laughs at the sight of his reflection in the murky water. Squashed together in a place where hesitation wouldn't last a single minute, they find themselves caught in between a heap of chaos and a fury of the unknown.

Run, battle, battle, run. Had one of them been born in another universe, or maybe just another time, it could have been no significant story, nothing to tell. Mediocre. Nonetheless, fate seems to have an ironic sense of humour, and this time around, they are the chosen victims. Leaving nothing behind in their way to complete and utter calamity, they are forced to erase who they truly are from their hearts and become worse, worse, worse.

Why? Simple. Destroying things is much easier than making them.

"a kind heart is useless, it's a flaw in this world."