Our pointless fight before our parting, I never wished for anything to happen to you. If only I could apologize, I will take everything back, and wrap you in my warm embrace. I cry myself to sleep every night, hoping for your demise to be a nightmare.

Regretful words stinging at the soul, a mistake tearing two away from one another. The sounding melody, a spirit pouring her heart out. Those hearing the song, feeling the person's anguish.

The few making their way forward, soon entering into the old house. Their eyes on the surroundings, feeling bliss and sadness in this place.

"Her song, I can relate to it." Ava sadly looking away.

"You and I both..." Cyra's hand grimly to her chest.

"Same here." Atlalune's hand behind her head.

"Yeah, we were fortunate, but she was not..." Isa sighing a bit.

Those passing years forever branding in them, each getting a second chance, bringing forward a new path in their lives. None ever forgetting, constantly cherishing their current life.

Cyra shortly spotting swift movements, her sharp vision to the direction. The spirit's spreading malice, trapping them in another realm. Monsters emerging from the shadows, those ferocious beasts glaring at them.

"In every horror movie, this is how we die..." Valor covering his face with his right hand.

None denying his words, this terrible situation on them. The iguana groaning, soon taking out a paper, writing down his will. The chilling air around them, the thick rotting scent in the air.

"Bet you all wished you came prepared like I did." Ava taking out a revolver.

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"I feel like we are making this way more complicated than it needs to be." Sol sighing, her hand on her cheek.

"I suppose we should split up and clear them out on the way." Cyra taking out her black revolver.

"Splitting up is the one thing you don't wanna do..." Valor whimpering a bit, his hands to his chest.

"You lot...while I have gotten better with horror stuff. I really...really don't do well with them..." Elina uneasily holding onto Isa.

"Stay close to me Elina." Isa glancing from one end to the next.

"I thought it would be a bit more fun for us to have a true horror experience, but I suppose we should head on together." The devil shrugging.

"Might wanna get that definition of fun checked out." The god gesturing his hand to her in disbelief.

These swarming fiends, monsters steadily approaching the group. Everyone feeling the spirit's great despair, a person searching for another for a long time. Their growing desperation, falling into the black depths of their heart.

The group proceeding onward, breaking through their enemies. Hearing the tragic melody echoing in the old house, that woman's despairing soul. Those companions finding themselves on the top floor, their eyes on pictures on the ground.

Cyra kneeling to one, picking up the dusty object. The demon wiping off the dust, seeing a happy man and woman. Feeling their past, visualizing the scene.

A person waiting for a precious one to her heart, two sharing their moments in the woods. Venturing out at times, devoting their lives to the other.

"I waited years, and years, and he has not come back...maybe..." The woman's sad voice, floating behind them.

"Eeek!" Elina fearfully clinging to Isa.

"You do realize, you both have been dead for a long time." Cyra standing up, facing the spirit.

"He will come back...he has to. Even if our meeting was a curse, I will take it on again if it means we can be together..." The ghost slowly moving back, steadily fading away.

"This might be more complicated than I thought, we might need to find this guy as well." Ava's hand to her chin.

"Right, and he feels close-by." Cyra looking at her surroundings.

"Close-by huh, so he did come back after his death." Sol's hand grimly her chest.

"Which means, we find him, and we can get through to her. Both conditions are here." Atalune folding her arms.

Two meeting long ago underneath the crimson moon, both falling in the autumn leaves, embracing the other. These purely flowing sentiments, these pieces in place.

A way to break through the shadows, a slim light of hope in the farthest darkness. Those friends continuing onward, their aligning hearts in this nightmare.