I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

Not of death, but of hope, she asked if I was the one. But the answer was null. She dedicated her hopes for this cause and thought it was hope that made her luck shift.

An era of roses, blooming towards redemption as she was encapsualated with worries, the light was bright but she couldn't bear the intensity, blinded by her optimism. Is it you?

There stood the knight, and took her worries away and was sealed within Pandora's box. Her joy was like the ocean of the sea. "Alas she cried" My hopes has been forever to see your face.