Prologue
Blood dripped down my arm.
Black blood.
Not the normal, red, thick liquid that most people have running through their veins, but black—shining against my pale skin. Just like red blood. Thick. A bit shiny. But not red...
Black
Is this some kind of blood disease?
Or is there something wrong with my eyes? Like colour blindness?
Or am I just unlucky?
Well, I have accepted my fate.
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