Noble Arielle

Time flies, she’s sitting on a bench in an unknown bridge, murmuring to herself. The darkness consumes its surroundings, only leaving her in under a lamp, an only source of light. “I can’t… I don’t wanna… Why, I could’ve just given up. Why am i still here… Death… I don’t care anymore, I hope he’ll just take me…” ”You appeared, Scythe in hand and no sense of life inside”