An ominous night, perpetrated by the dark crimson aura drifting from over the horizon.
The hometown that you have left has been reduced to ruins, a shadow of its former self.
The shattered remnants of window panes, the charred houses, the scattered rubble...
"......"
As you scan your surroundings, trying to recall those memories, a glimmer at your feet draws your attention.
You stretch out your hand towards the faintly shining crimson rock as if you were compelled to do so.
As you grab the rock, it quivers slightly and crumbles, a dark fog emerging from within.
"......!!"
The fog surrounds your hand and a sudden wave of dizziness and headaches overcomes you.
Grief, anger, sadness, suffering, hatred... The countless screams of people crying out in anguish fill your head.
As the black and red start to tint your gaze, and you feel your conscious begin to fade...
A searing pain engulfs your arm and you return to your senses.
In your hand, where the crimson rock once lay, was a scar in the shape of a rose.
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