Blood.

It lingered in the air, thick of regret and blame.

How Allen despised the massacre of cruelty brought upon by human's foolish hands.

Ugly were they who tried to mess with life, for their own selfish deeds.

yet...

All they desired was happiness.

There were no sinners in the world.

Just fools who chose wrong.

Massacre.

Faces of horror and dread were splattered everywhere as if their barbarity was justified.

What hope can one find by hurting others?

What lies do we grow our joy from?

Innocents can't be blamed for their innocence, Ignorant can't be blamed for their ignorance.

There were just circumstances and consequences.

Death.

The wall wailed of sorrowfully as the rubble groaned under her heavy steps, echoing loudly into the destruction.

If life and death could be reversed, will the ugliness disappear?

This world shrouded in beauty...

and cruelty.

When did it begin? When would it ever end?

Hope.

From the gate of glowing white, she arrived like a death reaper with tragedy looming behind her, a shadow tracing the light. The wretched bodies gazed at her with hatred, glossy eyes permanently wide with agony. These ruins were brimming with the traces of war, a one-sided slaughter.

No life was to be found here.

Her nails dug into her flesh, and she increased her pace, muttering under her breath.

She was a step too late.

Yet...She couldn't find there corpse...so maybe...just maybe they had escaped.

It may all be contrary to her predictions, her worst expectations.

Exiting the ruins, The white innocence of the winter contrasted with the disaster inside, alluring and frigid. Footsteps tainted its natural pureness, calling out to her.

Follow it.

Follow it.

Its destination is where her hopes come true.

Or where fears are realized.

"Graahh!"

Hearing the roar of the yeti, she saw it, what she was searching for. Her heart spun. The colossal creature, and the two bodies, resting among the snow and...and...the distant shrieks of a baby...in the yeti's grasp.

Her feet moved faster than her thoughts and she was in the air, her sword in her hand, slicing cleanly through the yeti's thick neck. A howl managed to flee, as the yeti collapsed on the snow, softly, disintegrating into black ashes of impurity among the white snow.

Heart leaping, Allen hurriedly scooped up the children in her arms, feeling their breath. The small warm puffs of air landed tenderly on her frozen hand, calming her heart but it instantly sped up again.

She rushed towards the girl collapsed on the snow, and checked her breath. There was none to be found.

No breath. No heartbeat. Cold.

Dead.

So she still couldn't save her precious ones.

Someone exhaled sharply, and she glanced at the man crawling towards her, eyes brimming with fear.

"Fujimoto." She grabbed his collar and jerked him up, silver eyes meeting dark brown, "You are alive. You are alive and well, yet still...you..you almost let Yuri's children almost get eaten by the yeti? What are you doing?"

"Yuri...Yuri is dead."

"I know! Even I..Even I am hurt!" Tears form on her eyes, brimming with rage, "but her children have barely begun living! As the adults responsible, we cannot steal away their chance in the world. We can't fall now."

"They...They are satan's-"

"It's not our choice about how we were born!" Allen screamed, "How is it evil? They are Yuri's children! Yuri's! If you are still the man Yuri loved, then you surely will raise them to be proud of being Her children!"

"Children...? Yuri's...children..." The man muttered, finally gazing at the bundle in Allen's arms.

Allen's rage calmed, hearing him acknowledge their existence.

"Yes. They are lovely, aren't they?"

Tears burst out of the man's eyes, melting the chilly snow. He received the bundle from Allen, and slowly, but certainly, a smile formed on his face, "Yes. You also can live..."