For a long moment, there was only darkness and silence.
And then, Aika suddenly had a dream…
***
The clouds were gray and smog-choked. There was no sun and a heavy rain was beginning to streak the narrow gaps between the buildings.
These tenements around were old and grimy, and their alleyways were filled with waste and really large rats. Hiding in the shadows of one of these alleyways was a little girl, who was somewhere around the age of fourteen.
She had long, black, dirty hair. Blue eyes that were sunken and bloodshot. She was dressed in a white, filthy dress that was torn. Her body was littered in wounds that were festering, and some even had flies circling them.
All these wounds were not enough to end her, of course. But there was one wound, however, that was killing her at the moment, and that was the wound on her left wrist.
