As_RedDiel

'The Dead ate their world. All over the city were stains and bodies.' All over the kingdom were confined by the unknown crisis. Some couldn't withstand it. Plenty of daily reports bugged the king's office, his countrymen are facing serious trouble. A nonstop life danger. They were all succumbed with this nightmare.

But how did it really start? Or the right questions that fits for it—Who make this thing real?

She is Heart Azilan Webster. The woman with great goodness and abundance in life.

She's in love with his boy-best-friend but it came out that the first one who will get married to her crush is the FRIEND THAT SHE TRUST.  HER FRIEND AGREED TO  MARRY  the guy she likes. And her crush wants to marry her best friend willingly. Did she just ride in the wrong boat?

It hurt but she fully accepted it.

But....until one day


Her four friends and her loves are now monsters in her sight. "we can't infect you because we are yours." Certainly, she was hurt by the news of the sudden marriage, but she never thought her father would think this kind of delusional.

Her hands were shivering. How could she be happy seeing them in this state? 

This is all her fault. However, ending her life never ends the tragedy that her friends had gotten into. So in the end, she killed them all and burned their house along with the laboratory that her father built with all his life, and escaped. 

If she can't be killed, she'll find a way to end this Apocalypse that relies on her hand.

Unfortunately, when she was escaping the dark fate, she accidentally plugged herself into a secret portal that cause her to be transported into another world.

Yet, for two years that have passed, a different identity will make her fall unexpectedly -in her opposing world, she can't predict what will happen if she's going to fall into 'his' hands. But by who?


Mea Culpa Devoid : Kill Me Before You Can Find me

As soon as I walk in, the room feels alive and welcoming, filled with a simple, modern beauty. My eyes go straight to the tall, curved windows on the far wall, like openings to a magical place outside, somewhat similar to our house in the Augustia Kingdom. The design is the same as well the vibe, very similar to the early Augustia before it became a dreadful world. As gentle light streams through them, touching the clean white walls and making everything shine with a dreamy brightness. 


“Welcome to my place.” She said and sat down on the sectional sofa that was inviting with its sprawling cloud of plushness. I gave her a confused look. 


Why would she bring me to this place first? 


28 Heart of an Augustia