Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries, and high above Ты can hear the church bells start to ring. And as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in. Somewhere Ты can hear a mother sing.

"Put on your shoes, girls. We're going for a ride." I sighed and stood up. I could hear my cousin sobbing still, even about an час after he was gone. We tried to comfort her, but it was no use.

Then it's one foot, then the other as Ты step out on the road of hope. Step out on the road. How much weight? How much? Then it's how long, and how far? And how many times, oh, before it's too late?...

Mist swirled around a dark alleyway. It was raining, and Mina was walking down the alley. She was in an old fashoned dress and had a sword on her back.

Sky, who was standing in the middle of the neary street, was quietly watching her. The yellow мангуста, мангуст ran her fingers on the alleys wall, whispering something. By then, Sky thought that what she was doing wasn't "Mina-like". She called out her Друзья name, yet the мангуста, мангуст ignored her.

Sky ran up to her friend and saw Письмо on the wall. It smelled, until Sky finally noticed something.

It was Mina's very own blood.

Her friend had peirced the...