Introduction: All her life was molded by the hands of war, no matter what stories her father told, it was the only thing that made sense to her. But if there was really a chance―to live a day, worrying only for the heat of the blanketed bread waiting for her by the dining table… she couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like. No more makeshift tents, no more journeys through rain. Just the same days as the last . . .When she decided, and when they found their out―her heart wrenched. The mercenaries- the family she’d leave behind… she knew these people from the moment she drew breath―though they didn’t blame her, she wished she could bring them with her.The girl must have spent two days enjoying the idyllic afternoons, then on the third, she went to the dining room and greeted her father, and her sister―and the morning greeted them with their dying cries―by hand of a frigid end. She had nothing, not the creak of her door she longed to not be frightened by―not the heat of that bread, nor the weight of her people’s embrace. All she had is herself, and she would go on to be called: Enemy of Mankind, by the voice of the world――She will live.And live . . . and live.Even as Raseyla ?????? comes far too close to ending it all. She will find the faintest stardust of her joys, and savor the heat, as she conquers the worst of what their dayless, dying world has to offer.One day she’ll look at everyone that she’s lost, and tell them in her dreams that she is happy.Story Inspirations: Re: Zero | Berserk | 86 | Fate/Grand Order | Vinland Saga | Made in AbyssI’ve been debating this for a while now, but at last, I’ve revamped the main descriptor of my story. For the longest time I thought about taking the story into that route, but in the heat of wanting to prove something―I now realize that it would have gotten in the way of the story’s heart. Whatever the case or however the story unfolds――I want to show people the worst that the world, and humanity itself could possibly get. And I want to show that despite that, people will strive to be happy.If it takes getting strong, or shouting against the world why it’s right to pursue happiness in ‘my’ way―then so be it. That’s just who we are as a species. I’m going to be covering a lot of heavy topics, a lot of disturbing things that my list of inspirations may hint to―but when I type the final letters of this book, or even type the things in-between―I hope they think: "What a sweet story that was."...