Chapter Text
(Prologue)
Everything was blurry when Stelle came to. She was cold and the only thing she saw in front of her were two figures. One she recognized as Kafka, with her wine red hair and gray velvet coat, and another figure, wearing a small jacket and denim shorts, chewing bubblegum. Kafka placed her hand onto Stelle's shoulder.
"Kafka?" she rasped, struggling to stay awake.
"... Listen to me. When the time comes, you must make a choice. Choose wisely."
Everything fades away again, and the empty abyss welcomes her once more.
A firm, calm voice interrupts her slumber.