In the silent darkness, a beautiful girl lay quietly in an open Black Iron Coffin.
Her silver hair spilled like satin within the coffin, as she raised her hands, crossing them over her chest.
The girl's lips held a serene smile, making her appear like a Sleeping Beauty from a story, exuding a captivating beauty.
The scene resembled an illustration from a picture book.
However, the extra smear of blood at the corner of her mouth lent the image a unique style.
The blood stain was like a blood-red flower blooming in the night, ruining the original purity, yet imparting a demonic anomaly to the picture.
If the girl was originally a beautiful lily waiting for someone to pick it, she was now a thorny rose.
Blooming quietly.
Beautiful, yet dangerous.
After a moment, the girl's slender fingers trembled slightly, then her upper body rose as if pulled by invisible strings, sitting up slowly.
