The suffering of countless people entangles into one, tracing back no longer, this is destiny.
The thread of destiny binds Xu Xiaoyou, leaving her powerless to break free, and her thoughts grow increasingly sluggish.
Thoughts, sink into the deepest depths of the sea of memories.
Faintly, Xu Xiaoyou hears weak sobbing and the sound of a lullaby.
Not knowing how much time has passed,
Xu Xiaoyou hears the 'swish' of the receding tide.
Someone gently cradles her face, repeatedly murmuring her name, hoping to awaken her.
A warm feeling drips onto her face, Xu Xiaoyou slowly opens her eyes.
In her view, is the shattered face of the red-haired girl; tiny cracks cover the girl's pale face, she is weeping.
The dream dissipates in this moment, around her is a chamber of crimson flesh.
Thick blood vessels connect the red-haired girl to the chamber's barriers, her body has long fused with the flesh, only her slim hands can still move.
It was she who awoke her.
