This is a story about a guy and a girl in their late teen’s life.
A girl whose pride is high.
A guy whose personality is dangerous yet addictive.
Their fate has been twisted together and merged by a small mistake.
Ravine Eire the emotionless observer.
Gai Carloff the playful analyst.
They met under the romantic moonlight in one night of this cold November.
Yet it was not romantic at all.
The girl, held pair of Katars in both of her hands.
The guy, held pair of guns in both of his hands.
Blood spattered all over the ground.
Sweat dripped all over their face.
And as the Third Moon escaped from the clouds,
They silently grimaced toward each other.