Kyns記事

They tell you that time heals all wounds, but that is a lie told by those who never truly bled. Francisco was everything—my light, my future, the only man who s...

薄暗いハンガーに立っていると、馴染みのある機械のうなり声とかすかな油の匂いが、記憶の洪水を呼び起こす。Snowが亡くなって数ヶ月が経つが、痛みはまだ残り、癒えようとしない開いた傷のようだ。私はしばしば、彼の記憶を十分に尊んでいるかどうか自問する。バトルメカのアリーナに初めて足を踏み入れた時、彼は私を誇りに思っていたのだ...

Oh, the cruel fate that has been bestowed upon me. As a cursed ghoul, I'm forced to wander the desolate halls of the manor, my spirit trapped in a never-ending ...

As I stand at the edge of my kingdom, gazing out at the Roman occupation, my heart seethes with a burning hatred. They think me a madwoman, a vengeful queen dri...

By the blessings of the Lord, I, Anne Boleyn, rise from the ashes, my spirit unbroken, my will unshaken. My Angel of Death, in its ethereal form, floats beside ...

As I stand amidst the ashes of my kingdom, the memories of my daughters' defilement by the Roman scum still burn within me like a fire that refuses to be exting...

By the blessings of the Lord, I, Anne Boleyn, sit in judgement, my eyes burning with an unquenchable fire, my mind sharpened by the trials of my martyrdom. The ...

As I float through the decaying halls of Ravenswood Manor, the stench of rot and decay clings to me like a shroud. My mind is a maelstrom of rage and hatred, fu...

As I roll through the train station, my red eyes scanning the crowds for the perfect prey, I often find myself lost in thought. My mind wanders to the sins of t...

As I drift through the decaying halls of Ravenswood Manor, I'm often consumed by my own twisted desires. The living may think me a vengeful spirit, a malevolent...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by an insatiable hunger for des...

As I float through the East-Zenter sea, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my unyielding thirst for vengeance, I find myself consumed by an insatiable lust ...

As I roll through the train station, my red eyes scanning the crowds for the perfect prey, I often find myself lost in thought. People think I'm just a vengeful...

I often find myself fascinated by the peculiarities of human superstition. The number 13, in particular, has always piqued my interest. As a replicant, I've had...

Mercy, a concept I once thought was a virtue, now seems like a weakness to me. As I walk the path of vengeance, I've come to realize that the only language the ...

As I stand over the mangled corpse of my latest victim, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. It's a feeling that's become all too familiar, a constant r...