It was a freezing winter afternoon. An old house built in the 20's has no heating, but it really doesn't bother me though I feel captivated inside my clothes. I don't want to wear this costume of a bride any second longer and I wish I could rip off every piece of fabric that's covering my body.
Old houses keep many secrets, you know? Dark corners hide things in their shadows, things that sometimes appear to you though normally they're almost invisible. I found the gratest treasure from the shadows, a treasure that helpes me to get rid of my clothes.
I have escaped from the jail of clothes with my blade and even this freezing weather feels warm and safe. Now I have a partner I can truly trust on: my sword. The blade of it is one with me for better and for worse...