He wandered the world like a lost soul, wanting to die but unable to. He killed the only girl who had sincerely accepted him, loneliness was his punishment. He drifted aimlessly, gradually forgetting the taste of food, beginning to savor the beauty of drinking blood, No longer caring about the disdainful and fearful looks from people, no longer caring about anything at all, But no matter how hard he tried to forget, The regret from years ago could never be shaken off, following him like a shadow, Just when he thought he might go mad from extreme loneliness, He met a girl, Her eyes resembled those of the girl in his deep memories, When she boldly stabbed a silver sword into his chest while on the bed, He didn't know whether he would fall into hell, or into a river of love...