his life his soul his companions he watched them being killed by those people that he rather not mention the names. they're killed by that radish's subordinates they're killed just because they wanted peace. and now somehow he wakes up like all of those unpleasant memories was just a dream that meant to be forgotten. there on the mirror a reflection is seen, the reflection of a teenager who was seems to be in a daze on the luxurious mattress. his blood-red hair with an appearance that was as if it had been sculpted by the god himself. too bad, if only the soul of the owner of the body is still intact. still innocent and doesn't know what the cruelty of the world. still had those beautiful smile. I wonder when will this stunning beauty be himself once again?