What would one do with his hands if one is in a slump?
Would he reach out for help? Or would he stand up for revenge?
And if hope was in his heart, would he ask someone to save him? Or will she lose her heart in darkness and curse the flaws of this world?
All things can only be answered by how you choose.
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I had appeared in a forest that had dried up completely; the view of the sky in the underworld was not blue and had a yellow sun shining warmly but an orange sky with a blood-red sun that gave off a thing called loneliness.
I drew my sword as I realised several pairs of eyes were watching me from all directions; even in a world where demons lived, I did not spare monsters. They moved their feet, displaying bared tooth tips with red eyes filled with hatred.
If there is a creature called Cerberus, then this creature is one of them, three heads watching me with saliva in their mouths.