Thorn

Airin raised her umbrella and covered her body from the falling black snow. Behind her umbrella, she glanced at the civilians who seemed to struggle with the itching on their bodies until they were bleeding because they scratched them.

Airin had to admit that the power of darkness within her made her feel happy to see all of them suffer. Let them all be destroyed, maybe this is the answer to why there are no vampires and witches in the future all because of this war.

She may be alone now but she is unstoppable.

"Help me... Please, help me..." The old woman who was the shopkeeper she always met suddenly fell in front of her and stretched out her hand, hoping that Airin would help her who was already lying on the floor because of the unbearable itching but Airin was angry pulled her leg so the old woman couldn't touch her.

The old woman looked disappointed, she felt quite close to Airin but Airin coldly walked away from her.