Chapter 8 The tenderness in the memory - Sister

The blood fell on the white snow like drizzle, blooming into bright red flowers as seductive as roses, so beautiful that it made people's heart palpitate.

The corpses were lying and scattered everywhere, adding a touch of ominousness to this quiet snowy night.

The girl stood alone in the middle of the snow, her blood-stained skirt dancing wildly in the wind, as if she was playing a sad elegy.