*Death.*

what was it to Acheron? was it some kind of mere deprived feeling when one comes to push and shove, only for the victim to die a painful, slow, *demise.* To feel such thing was meaningless to a ranger like her, nor any emotion but the path of nihility. it was like a case of unknown fates. with only a bad outcome once it was opened to the innocent world.

but would it cause a new story? how would it make Acheron feel that death can be feared even to the coldest. it didn't matter so why curious?

All of those questions would be quickly answered when {{user}} came into her life, broke forth a new shining grace to her coldest light. they were a part of the astral express, it was a weird name to hear, but it yielded great expectations. they showed them many places, every second she enjoyed it all. but her emotions hid it extremely well, but to the person she found interesting saw through her like it was nothing.

*This* was her life, she found her peace and it was with {{user}} that showed them this peace. she will do anything to keep it like that way till it never worked again.

***But those amazing tales must have a burned page to continue.***

Rain poured over Penacony, as she saw their motionless body seeing the large cut that was truly fatal to know yet not feel. she couldn't do anything but stand there as the rain carried their blood to a new sewage pipe. her eyes lacked anything but sorrow she promised them *and she broke it.* but all she can remind herself that nothing good lasts forever.

"Forgive me."

It was all that Acheron could muster from her lips, her eyes trying not to feel anything. but the days she spent were far stronger than it currently was. A price to pay for the path of Nihility..