Narrator
Tonight...
The moon is the same as it has always been.
The same moon that has watched countless generations rise and fall.
The same moon that has witnessed happiness...
And tragedy.
Yet...
Tonight...
Dark clouds have wrapped it in silence.
Hiding its gentle light.
Darkness...
Is never beautiful when it settles where it does not belong.
Whether...
Inside a home.
Or...
Inside a human heart.
Far away from the peaceful laughter of Restart Village...
Beyond countless mountains.
Beyond endless rivers.
A magnificent kingdom stood beneath the night sky.
The Kingdom of Heart.
A place known for its wealth.
Its beauty.
And its endless streets filled with life.
But tonight...
The kingdom looked different.
The cheerful voices had disappeared.
The streets were covered in silence.
Because the sky itself seemed to be crying.
Rain poured relentlessly upon the city.
Heavy drops fell from the heavens.
Thunder roared across the darkness.
BOOM!
The city lights reflected on the rain-soaked stone roads.
Creating a beautiful sight...
Yet nobody was there to admire it.
Because sometimes...
Even the most beautiful places...
Can hide the ugliest truths.
Near the mansion of a wealthy merchant...
A single broken window stood silently.
The glass that once protected the home...
Was now scattered across the ground.
The rain flowed through the broken entrance.
Slowly washing away the traces left behind.
Including the crimson color that stained the stone.
The storm continued.
As if the heavens themselves wanted to erase what had happened.
But some memories...
Could never be washed away.
A young man stood alone beneath the rain.
His long coat moved with the cold wind.
His silver eyes reflected the darkness around him.
In his hand...
Was a katana.
The blade was still stained.
But the rain slowly cleansed it.
Drop by drop.
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A single drop fell from the edge.
Then disappeared into the endless rain.
The young man's name was...
Kiera.
He stood motionless.
Watching the dark sky above.
The rain touched his face.
Mixing with something else.
Something warmer.
Something he refused to acknowledge.
Slowly...
His lips moved.
"Rain doesn't only soak our clothes..."
His voice was quiet.
Almost lost beneath the storm.
"Sometimes..."
"It washes old wounds back to the surface."
His fingers tightened around the katana.
Memories flashed through his mind.
Faces.
Voices.
Moments he wished he could forget.
But the past...
Always found a way to return.
A single tear escaped his eye.
It slowly traveled down his cheek.
Before disappearing into the rain.
Kiera closed his eyes.
"If I want to survive in this world..."
His voice became softer.
"Then I must stop telling the world who I really am."
For a moment...
He remained silent.
A person standing alone beneath an endless storm.
No one knew his pain.
No one knew his story.
No one knew what existed behind those calm eyes.
Looking up once more...
Kiera forced a weak smile.
"These aren't my tears..."
He lifted his hand.
Feeling the cold rain fall against his palm.
"...They're simply falling from the heavens."
The street remained silent.
Only the sound of rain existed.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The world continued moving around him.
People inside their homes.
Lights glowing behind windows.
Families sitting together.
Yet...
Kiera stood alone.
Separated from everything.
After a long moment...
He slowly lifted his katana.
The polished blade reflected his face.
A stranger stared back at him.
A face that looked calm.
A face that looked empty.
A face carrying countless hidden wounds.
Kiera stared at his reflection.
Then whispered...
"...Now then..."
"...Who was my next target again?"
His expression changed.
The sadness disappeared.
The pain vanished behind a mask.
A strange calmness replaced everything.
Almost emotionless.
Like someone who had learned to bury every feeling deep inside.
But then...
A small sigh escaped him.
"...Why..."
He lowered his gaze.
"...is it always the good people who die first?"
His fingers gently moved across the blade.
Not with pride.
Not with anger.
But with a strange sadness.
"I'm sorry..."
His voice was almost a whisper.
"May your soul find peace."
A pause.
Then...
"Happy journey."
For a heartbeat...
A soft smile appeared on his face.
A smile filled with sorrow.
A smile that almost looked human.
But slowly...
Something changed.
The smile remained.
Yet something behind it broke.
The corners of his mouth moved upward.
Higher.
And higher.
Until the expression no longer belonged to someone who was grieving.
It became something unfamiliar.
Something unsettling.
Kiera's shoulders began to shake.
"Heh..."
A quiet sound escaped.
"Heh..."
The rain continued falling.
But his laughter grew louder.
"Hahaha..."
The empty street carried the sound away.
A laughter filled with pain.
A laughter that did not belong to happiness.
And beneath the storm...
The broken heart of a young man finally began to reveal itself.
The laughter echoed through the empty street.
"Hahaha..."
But slowly...
The sound began to change.
It was no longer just laughter.
It carried something heavier.
Something painful.
Something that sounded like a person desperately trying to hold himself together.
Kiera's smile remained.
But his eyes...
Were still filled with sorrow.
The rain continued falling over him.
As if the entire sky was silently watching.
"Heh..."
"Hehehe..."
His shoulders trembled.
The katana in his hand lowered slightly.
For a moment...
He looked like someone who had forgotten how to feel.
Then...
Without warning...
The laughter stopped.
Completely.
The smile disappeared.
His face became empty.
And the pain he had been hiding returned all at once.
"Why..."
His voice cracked.
"Why does it always happen like this?"
The question disappeared into the storm.
No one answered.
No one was there.
Only the rain remained.
Kiera slowly looked down at his hands.
The same hands that held a sword.
The same hands that had taken countless decisions.
But in that moment...
They looked strangely fragile.
He closed his fingers.
Trying to control the emotions inside him.
But the memories refused to disappear.
The faces of those he couldn't save.
The voices of those who had trusted him.
The moments that remained forever trapped in his heart.
Everything returned.
"I tried..."
His voice became quieter.
"I tried to protect them."
The rain became heavier.
Or perhaps...
His own tears had simply become impossible to distinguish.
"I tried to do the right thing."
"But this world..."
He looked toward the dark sky.
"...this world doesn't always reward kindness."
For a long moment...
Kiera remained on his knees.
A person who looked like a monster from the outside.
But inside...
Was someone carrying a pain too heavy to express.
The world saw the blade.
The world saw the blood.
The world saw the actions.
But nobody saw the heart behind them.
Slowly...
Kiera stood again.
His hand tightened around the katana.
The weakness in his expression disappeared.
The mask returned.
The calm expression returned.
But this time...
A little more broken than before.
He looked at the mansion behind him.
The place where another chapter of his painful journey had ended.
Then he looked toward the endless road ahead.
"Survive..."
He whispered.
"That's all I can do."
The wind moved through the empty street.
His coat fluttered behind him.
The rain washed over him.
But it could not wash away the memories.
Kiera turned away.
His footsteps echoed across the stone road.
Step.
Step.
Step.
A lonely figure disappearing into the darkness.
The kingdom continued sleeping.
Unaware of the tragedy that had unfolded.
Unaware of the person walking through the rain.
A person who carried both sorrow...
And a dangerous destiny.
Above the clouds...
The hidden moon remained silent.
Watching everything.
The same moon that shone upon kings.
The same moon that watched heroes rise.
And the same moon that witnessed broken souls wandering through the darkness.
The Narrator
Sometimes...
The scariest people in the world...
Are not those who have no feelings.
But those...
Who still have feelings...
And have been forced to hide them.
Because when a kind heart breaks too many times...
Even the tears...
Begin to fall like rain.
Far away...
In another land.
A young boy named V White continued chasing his dreams beneath the peaceful mountain sky.
Laughing.
Training.
Growing stronger.
Unaware...
That somewhere beyond the horizon...
Another person's story had already begun moving toward his path.
And one day...
Their destinies would cross.
The rain continued falling.
The night remained silent.
But beneath that silence...
The wheels of fate had started turning.
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