A late teen Cedric, chained and frightened, pressed himself back against the cold stone wall. His breathing quickened, his eyes wide with sheer panic as he stared at the ominous figure standing calmly before him.
The young miss of the Evangelion Family—Aira, whose existence had been almost mythic, shrouded in seclusion and mystery for years—now stood in front of him.
He had only seen an old photo of her in her early childhood days where she had delicate, angelic features.
But now they seemed to have had transformed into something grotesque, almost demonic. Long, sickly white hair cascaded down her shoulders, pale gray spikes with radiant white veins protruding from her skin like thorns on a pale flower. Pulsing white veins spiderwebbed across her ghostly face and arms, creating a disturbing contrast to her ghastly pale skin.
But most terrifying were her eyes—radiant, brilliant white orbs emanating an unearthly, chilling brilliance that pierced straight through him.
