The Darkness Within

Viole's world went dark, consumed by an inky blackness that seemed to have a life of its own. He felt himself being pulled down, down into the depths of his own mind.

As he fell, Viole saw flashes of images, fragmented and unclear. He saw glimpses of a city, of people, of a life he couldn't quite remember.

But the images were fleeting, gone before he could grasp them. Viole's mind was a jumble of confusion, his memories shrouded in darkness.

He tried to remember, to recall even the smallest detail. But his mind was a blank slate, refusing to yield its secrets.

Viole's fall slowed, and he found himself standing in a dark, twisted landscape. The air was thick with the scent of blood, and Viole could feel a presence all around him.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Akane, her eyes blazing with a fierce, supernatural light.

"You're a hard man to kill, Viole," Akane said, her voice dripping with malice. "But tonight, you'll finally meet your end."

Viole's instincts kicked in, and he reached for his katana. But it was gone, taken by Akane during their last encounter.

He was defenseless, at Akane's mercy. And she had no intention of showing him any.

With a snarl, Akane launched herself at Viole, her fangs bared and ready to strike. Viole tried to defend himself, but he was no match for Akane's supernatural strength.

As the darkness closed in around him, Viole knew he was doomed. Akane was going to kill him, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.