The sky was dark and the air was cold. Crows soared through the air following the scent of blood and gore. A girl stood in the midst of it all, she wore a white coat drenched in blood. Her boots made squishing sounds as she walked over the corpses of beasts, her blades craving more. The girl's hair, majestic as it was, wafted aggressively through the windy air. Her mission, to protect and to attack, has begun.