Amidst this battlefield, bathed in blood, what stood out the most from all the remaining machines and destruction, is the standing figure of a girl. Her hair, darker than night, was unfortunately dirtied by the crimson blood, yet it still wasn’t enough to diminish the innocence from her petite figure. Her abyss, emotionless eyes that gaze deeply into my soul, were already enough to capture all of my attention from this slaughter.

Such a breathtaking sight...

Is it wrong, to find beauty in steel? Is it a sin, to be captivated by this iron maiden, bathed in blood?

(...)

I’m the one that is chained by servitude. My will, to obey you it is. Following thy orders, I may even slay over a thousand lives, yet… As long as I obey, I’m never solely in guilt. So, order me as you like. Just remember, thy words are absolute, for I, whose will is bound by thine chains...