In the relatively short lifespan of Eve, she felt her life had been smooth sailing. As the Duke's daughter, she could have whatever she wanted; whatever wish she had would be fulfilled.
This kind of life was enviable, like a beautiful fairy tale from a storybook. But at a certain past moment, this story seemed to change authors, and the pleasant fairy tale was overshadowed by the stench of blood, racing towards a direction not fit for children to see.
Eve still vividly remembers that day—the day her life took a 180-degree turn.
The splendor and beauty were gone, replaced by blood and corpses. Monsters known as demons emerged from the hidden shadows, casting greedy laughter toward the world.
How awful...
Eve muttered to herself, as she hid in the damp hallway, slightly raising her head to observe the rainy mist outside through the window sill's gap.
