CARMINE

Look at them. Grey silver hair in the moonlight. Strangely red eyes. Faces with such a beauty. They look the same. Not just a same face, they share the same aura of weakness and lifelessness. Their eyes without a glint of light like the deserted ruins give the chills. Nevertheless, this girl still looks wealthy and dignified but without a life like a puppet just made to satisfy the noble to indulge in extravagant tastes. Only when the very moment she looks at the girl, there comes a life in her. If there is an epic poem with just the two characters in the world, it will be them in the story. They only have themselves to rely on.