The night will soon be beginning. I watch as the sun drips and the moon rises. The soldiers will soon awaken. I look down and I see the roses were crowing. Their thorns were growing bigger, and more buds were blooming.

I hear a loud shriek. I see the soldiers getting up. Their steps were a stagger and corpse like. The air turns to a bitter cold. I let out a breath. I watch them come to where I am. One comes and slashes my side with a sword.

"You killed us." One says.

Oh? This is new. They talk. Well, it's good that they're confessing my sins while I'm being tortured.

"You're weak Limier." Another one says.

Says the one that died first. I roll my eyes.

"You don't deserve the title Bloodhound." Another one comes down with a club.

I wince.

"You killed us." Another says.

Technically Grimns killed you. 

I feel another sword stab me. I wince as blood comes out of my mouth. Their voices were slow, and they sound like glitching. Their voices echo in my ears. I doubt I'll get any sleep. Such a bother. I feel another whip slice through my wrists.