"She woke up in during the day. A breese flows kind and howling past her. She sees a scythe lying next to her, she sit up and grabs the scythe. At that moment, a tingle flows through her fingers.. the scythe feels familiar. A memory flashes before her eyes.. a fierce battle where farmers are slaughted by demonic winged creatures. She shivers, the sadness of all those deaths reflects in her eyes."Done with black ink, monolith and erasors.