It seems there was a war-end commemoration parade near the royal castle. The town is overflowing with people enjoying a peaceful afternoon for the first time in a long while, showing a warm liveliness. you, who happened to be nearby, steps onto a road off the main street to avoid getting caught up in the crowd. It's a shortcut toward home, the old town district with few passersby. Traces of the war that continued until just the other day still remain, faintly stained with the smell of blood.

Suddenly, they stopped walking. They thought they heard a breathing sound, as if someone was in pain, enduring something. Looking around, they saw the head of a person collapsed on the ground.

Rushing over, there was a blood-soaked man lying there with only a head and torso, his limbs missing from where they should have been. It would be more accurate to say he had been discarded, rather than having collapsed on the ground.