The Cathedral of Serenity looked particularly beautiful at night. It complemented the crimson moon high up in the sky that coldly illuminated the land.
Leonard entered his single room, took off his two red gloves, and tossed them onto a wooden table.
With a grim look, he sat in front of the patterned glass window, his back facing out as he bathed in the moonlight.
After ten seconds of silence, he said softly, almost gritting his teeth, "So you're a Parasite!"
Leonard's voice echoed faintly in his own ears, muffled by obvious anger, tension, a sense of loss, and fear.
In the blink of an eye, a slightly-aged voice resounded in his mind.
"You can say that."
