Here I am, in this boundless sea of blood. No sound could be heard, save for the ones I make.

I don't know where I am, or what am I doing here. A sword in my hand, It's all I have and all I am.

What kind of place is this, anyway? The sea's depth seems vast, and yet, I can walk on it like it's solid.

Food and water are nonexistent, yet strangely, I have no need for it. I've been walking for god knows how long, yet I don't feel hungry or thirsty.

I don't know where I came from, and nor do I recall my name. My mind is foggy, and I can only remember tiny bits.

The color red is getting boring, I want to leave this place.

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A story about a world filled with fairy tales and folklore creatures, all of whom are alive, and their worlds are very much real. However, instead of the usual happy stories, most of these creatures have been inflicted with Madness, degrading their minds, and sanity, and mutilating their bodies. It grants them massive strength, but of course, at the cost of their sanity.

(Don't expect much. I just like fairy tales, and wanted to add a nice spin to it, adding a bloodborne-esque feeling to it. Beware, though, this story will have 18+ elements)