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'Well...there's nothing I can do right?'

A soft sigh escapes from the woman's pursued lips, melon like eyes scanning the files within her hands. The sun can be seen settling down in the distance, the rays shining through the window...the light illuminated her bronze skin, casting this golden shadow across her face, golden streaks on her wine like hair.

'It's been 5 months since I've been reincarnated in the world of Love and Deepspace...'

Being reincarnated into her favorite game was something any fan would be excited about. And in some circumstances, being reincarnated means being the main character. 

'But...that's not the case with me,' She lets out another sigh, closing the files and pushing away the folder from her sight. The sun glistens even more, illuminating the room like office, where a well organized bookshelf surrounded the office, it's dull surface comparing to the person that resides within.

The desk appeared to be in a mess, the only thing steady and unmoving was the desk name plate displayed for those who enter the office.

And it read the following, the name coated in gold ink.

Lieutenant Luna

'I reincarnated into the life of an unknown NPC...someone who serves no purpose in the Game's plot,' Luna muses, going over to rub her creased brow. She wasn't MC, the rookie hunter...no in fact. She was Lieutenant Luna, a skilled hunter who serves under Alpha Team fraction of UNICORNS. She was Captain Jenna's second in command, the Vice Captain so to speak. 

She had no idea such character existed in the Game, making her an unknown NPC who served no purpose. As much as she tried to wrap her brain around the idea, she couldn't recall anything.

'Not only did I reincarnate into this body...I have no idea who she really is,' Luna squirms, rubbing her face to fathom. As she said, 5 months have passed since she's arrived to this world, she has no recollection about what happened to her nor how she got here. She also hasn't encountered any of the Main Leads of the Game. And it made sense, since the current timeline is year 2045, 3 years before the start of the main story of Love and Deepspace. 

Luna recalls the time she arrived in this world for the very first time, in the midst of a battle against the Wanderers. Just the mere sight of the creatures made her instantly pass out. By the time she woke up, she wanted to faint again. It took her days for her to mentally prepare herself from this bizarre situation she had found herself in. Luna was surprised she's made it this far with very little knowledge about herself. She wanted to believe it was just a crazy dream. 

She barely has info about the real owner of this body she's come to possess; her backstory...her goals...nothing. It was strangely suspicious.

'Not to mention...I don't think I remember much about myself either...' Luna frowns, trying to remember her old self, how she got here in the first place. But her memory failed her, as it was just a meaningless cloud of nothing. She could only groan.

"How annoying..." She huffs, now standing from her swirling chair. It has gotten quite late, now the moon settling into the night sky. Luna changes out from her uniform and into normal civilian clothing.

As she makes it our of UNICORNS building, she was greeted by the other rookies.

"Good work Lieutenant!" 

"See you tomorrow Lieutenant Luna!" 

Luna waves them off, still not used to the way some of the rookies stare at her with admiration. She wasn't Lieutenant Luna they knew, she was an imposter possessing her body. But it's not like she could tell them that. They would think she's crazy. 

Luna found herself walking down a familiar road to home, shoulders slouched after another boring long day of doing paperwork. There has been increasing attacks of Wanderers lately, and the paperwork was never ending. 

'I'm still wondering how I'm even keeping up,' She rubs her neck, strained. She never imagined being a hunter would be so draining, since the game never truly showed the behind the scenes. But now being an NPC, this line work was truly nothing to laugh about. 

The skies began to dim, dark clouds covering the moon's light. Luna looks up, her eyes squinting at the sky.

"It's gonna rain?" She mutters to herself, feeling a cold shiver run down her spine from the wind. Luna wasn't sure how long she's going to stay here, but as much as she's done underground research for her situation...even going as far as asking around the dark web but there was nothing she could find for her situation. 

Was she truly stuck in this game until it's very end? But even she wasn't aware of how things will end, since the time Luna was reincarnated, the game had just completed the 5th Male Lead, Caleb's branch: Homecoming Wings. There were rumors about the 6th Male Lead, but for her to know who...Luna was left in the dark for that matter.

Before she could meddle within her thoughts, a gurgling scream makes her jolt from her walk. She's alarmed, her eyes scanning the area. Despite not wanting to go an investigate, she was a Hunter. 

"Guess I'll be putting in some over time," Luna sighs, feeling her holster as she makes her way where continuous screaming echoes. She finds herself standing the entrance of an alley, her eyes scan the situation quickly; a screaming man holding his shoulder, the other, a shadowy silhouette hovering him with his sword unsheathe. 

Given to her perspective, the man with the sword was threatening. Luna tenses, reaching her gun and quickly takes position. 

"UNICORNS Hunter!! Put your hands up!!" Luna recites, steadying her pistol at the armed man. She was unable to see him due to the lack of light,  the dark alleyway covering his identity. 

At her warning, the other man clicks his tongue before suddenly sprinting towards the other end of the dark alleyway, leaving behind the other. Luna too runs.

"Hey!!"

But he was long gone, making her stand closer to the silhouette. Before she could make another move when something cold hovers dangerously near her neck. Luna didn't have to think much about her situation, making her tense. 

"Who are you?" 

Her body felt another shiver run down her spine, that voice eerily recognizable. Luna slowly turns her head, her widen eyes meeting those piercing sky eyes...

The night sky finally clears up among them, finally illuminating the silhouette's expression. Luna's eyes widen, recognizing the face of the stranger before her.

It was Xavier, one of the Male Leads of Love and Deepspace.

The moonlight glistens like silver streaks across his face, his pale brow furrowed at her presence, eyes narrowed and cold, his pale skin with no blemishes...perfect even. His silver like hair seemingly glowing under this perfect light.

He...looked so breathtakingly beautiful...

"I said--" His cold tone sharp like the blade in his hand pierces her attention. He steps closer, his eyes warning her, "--Who are you?"

His sword had drawn her blood, the red fluid trickling down her neck...his heartless actions made her freeze. Why was he being so hostile towards her?? His collegue if she may add.

"You're Xavier! We're both from the same fraction--!" Luna couldn't finish, trying to move away from his warning blade...only to be pushed up against the wall. She cringes at the pain, Xavier's sword still hovering her neck.

"I've never seen your face," Xavier's tone continues to mock her, his eyes piercing cold, "Are you with Onychinus?"

Luna couldn't fathom her situation, too scared to understand why Xavier was treating her like she was an enemy. Her eyes shake slightly, feeling intimidated under Xavier's warning eyes.

'Was he always this scary?'

Luna had forgotten how much differently Xavier treats others compared to MC. She had also forgotten she wasn't MC...she was just a meaningless NPC in their eyes.

Those eyes that reflected the skies, eyes that hold so much love and affection in the game. Now are just heartless with no emotion, staring at her with no sign of compassion for her terrified face.

This...was Luna's reality.

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"S-Seriously...? Do you not know the faces of your colleagues?!"

Luna's voice raises, her heart thumping in her ears as her breathe quickens. With the way Xavier was eyeing her down, she wasn't sure if he'll kill her without remorse.

"Look!" Luna manages to rummage through her jacket, pulling out her work ID, "I work in UNICORNS! I'm a hunter!"

Xavier's eyes gaze down at the ID, taking it to analyze it closer. He mutters her status,  "...Lieutenant Luna...?"

Seeing the truth, he finally pulls away his blade with a soft sigh. With a flick of his wrist the sword disappears into light particles. This marvelous show of light would have been beautiful to admire if it weren't for the fact that he was willing to kill her seconds ago.

Luna gulps, feeling her legs about to give up from her shock. But she stands her ground, 'Damn it...if I didn't prove my identity he would have killed me on the spot...!'

Xavier says nothing, his mood seemingly worse since his target had escaped. He spares no glances at Luna, his back facing her and with the flick of the light he disappeared into the night. 

At that, a shaky sigh escapes Luna...her legs finally giving in. She collapses against the wall, trying to control her pacing heart. Her bronze fingers reach towards her neck, where she could feel the warm liquid of her blood perking from its wound. Any further...his blade would have pierced and killed her. 

'H-He's insane!!!' Luna gasps, 'Don't tell me they're all going to be that way?!'

Xavier was the first Male Lead she had meet, if they all act this hostile...Luna could only imagine the worse. 

'Screw this! I need to get out of here!' Luna frowns, recollecting her thoughts and gun. 

She had made it her goal to find a way back to her world, as fast as possible before these crazy Male Leads kill her.

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It has been a couple of days since her cursed encounter with the Male Lead Xavier. Thankfully, she has not seen him since, due to his unusual way of life he rarely takes up on these weekly meetings. Xavier rarely participated, and if he did  she would be to tense to focused on anything. She touches her bandaged neck, tensing every time she recalls that dreadful encounter. She could only let out an exasperated sigh, praying silently for mercy.

'Please, I don't want to see him ever again, or anyone else of that matter,'

The meeting ended swiftly, and everyone had been assigned to different missions. Since Wanderer attacks are more often, everyone had been assigned to a couple of districts for extra patrol.

Luna was assigned near Whitesand Bay, unfortunately where one of the Male Leads has recently started to live. She had prayed to not encounter with him either. And as the day went by, she had taken her time patrolling and aiding anyone. Being occupied had cleared her mind, she had only realized where she was when she could smell the faint smell of the sea. She closes her eyes, taking in the salty scent. 

Luna had been so caught up with her tedious job that she hadn't had the time to enjoy anything. She nears closer to the pale beach, watching the waves from the edge of the sidewalk. As much as she wanted to enjoy the breeze, as a hunter she was on duty. But of course, it wouldn't hurt to take a tad bit of a break right?

"Hmm...maybe just a little bit," Luna musters, taking the steps down towards the beach. Her heavy boots sink under the pale sand, making footprints behind her trail. Luna stops right before her boots touch the shore, the clear waters reflecting like it's benevolent sky. 

She could feel a bit of resonance upon being near the water, after all, the owner of this body was a Evol user; she possesses the Water Evol. Luna squats, leaning forward so that her palm was hovering above the surface. It reacts, and as she flows her hand, it follows along her rhythm. The flowing water left glittering residues from the sun, creating this beautiful display of water.

Smaller fishes began to swim closer at her display, flowing through the current that she created with her Evol.

She continues this playful act, smiling and unaware of the presence that had gotten closer to further inspect her bizarre actions.

"I see...the ocean truly is a world full of mysteries,"

Panicked, Luna could not control her Evol, making the clear water splash all over her face. She lets out an audible gasp, trying to wipe her face as the person beside her stares at her with a peculiar look.

"Oopsies..." He says, his tone a bit nonchalant. He didn't sound so sorry.

Luna irks, rubbing her eyes before turning to look at the man...only to choke once again when she saw his coral like eyes peering at her with a hint of mirth. His cotton like hair sways under the sea's breeze, his pale skin like a freshly coated canvas. He was truly beautiful...

"Y-You!?" She mutters in disbelief, shock and almost frightened to see the second Male Lead before her. She thought back about her encounter with Xavier, making her tense up as she looks at Rafayel with a contemplating look.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rafayel frowns, tilting his head, "It looks like you saw a ghost or something..."

Luna quickly stands up, ignoring her wet state as she swiftly salutes the other, "Sorry, I was--"

But before she can leave when one of the small fishes leaps from the water, it's sparkling scales shimmering under the sunlight. It's abrupt leap made both Luna and Rafayel stare wide eye at the small fish's bravery. Luna gasps again, quickly using her Evol to form a water sphere. 

The fish lands perfectly inside the sphere, making cute twirls as if expressing its happiness. Luna let's out a sigh of relief, glad the fish was safe.

"How strange..," Rafayel's voice chimes, urging her undivided attention back to him. A hint of mirth swirls within his coral eyes, nearing closer as he inspects the water sphere she had made, watching the orange fish inside.

"Fishies like him aren't usually so fond of humans... I'm surprised," He mutters, seemingly to himself. Luna became somewhat anxious at his closeness, watching as the fish nears closer to him and does cute twirls.

She stiffens when his eyes suddenly meet hers, now taking a better look at her at their close distance. Luna was the first to break away from his eye contact, taking a quick step back. She felt slightly intimidated under his watchful gaze, as if judging her.

"You're mistaken...the fish--"

But as usual Rafayel interrupts, pointing at the fish, "You should take this little guy home, I'm sure it will be happy,"

Luna deadpans, "N-No way! Why would I--"

Again he interrupts, but this time he pulls out a portable fish tank from God knows where. He opens the lid, tilting it's opening towards Luna. His expectant eyes made her sweat.

"..." Luna says nothing, guiding her water sphere inside the cylinder fish tank. She silently deadpans as Rafayel closes the lid with a hum. He looks somewhat amused, now handing the portable fish tank towards her hands.

"These fishies don't require much attention. Just feed it well," Rafayel tilts, nodding to himself. 

"Well...that's my good deed for the day," Rafayel says to himself. He swiftly turns around, without uttering anything else and leaves.

With that...Luna was left alone with her newly appointed pet.

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"Well...home sweet home fishie," 

After buying a remotely large fish tank, she had it assembled in the middle of her living room. Luna's private condo had enough space for it, in fact, it had made the living area much more lively. 

The living area was quite bland despite how grand the place was. But now seeing the mini aquarium being assembled...it really gave life to the place.

Luna smiles, watching the orange fish swim across the large fish tank with gusto. It seemed to like it's spacious aquarium that she had prepared. Not once did she ever thought of having a fish as a pet, but seeing how happily the fish swam. Luna did not regret taking it in, silently thanking Rafayel in her mind.

"I supposed we'll be here for a little while longer..." She mutters to herself. Her hands steady her bag, taking one last look at the aquarium before setting off to work once again.

Another long day awaits her. 

"Lieutenant Luna, you'll be in charge of District BayWay," Captain Jenna instructs, gathering everyone around, "You'll have your own squad, teach the new rookies the ropes around our routinely patrol,"

"Yes Captain," Luna nods, eyeing the group she'll be in charge for today. The were fairly young, staring at her with slight admiration...she could only cry on the inside. Seeing their expectant eyes made her feel burdened, since she wasn't the Lieutenant they knew of. 

'This is...suffocating...' Luna muses, now gathering everyone as she explained what they'll do.

Once patrol proceeded, some civilians recognized her. Again, her heart squirms uncomfortably at this. It felt like she was lying to them, those expectations making it hard to appreciate their admiration. She could only force a smile, waving at them as she continues her patrol. 

The day goes by without any strange sightings. The sun has tainted the skies with an orange hue, clouds covered with pink streaks that glowed. The city reflected the skies, the traffic increasing as the end of the day proceeds without any problems.

But of course, Luna should have not jinxed this peaceful day. 

Just as she's about to announced their departure for the day when various Wanderers suddenly emerged from their hiding spots. The mere sight of them stirred panicked for the civilians nearby, Luna quickly calls out demands towards the shaken up rookies.

"Group A! Secure the perimeter! Guide the civilians to a safer area! And Group B," She directs her gaze, taking out her pistol, "With me!"

They all set out as practice, Luna takes the front lines and approaches the largest Wanderer. Despite her aloof expression, her heart was thumping in her ears...her grip tense as she starts to shoot. Her Evol swirls at each bullet, making rippling water effects on her attack. It seems to be taking effect, the creature groaning in pain.

The other hunters aide her, their teamwork eliminating each Wanderer bit by bit. But the creatures continued to spawn without any rest.

"Multiple injured. We need backup!" One of the Hunters exclaims, reporting on his watch. No matter how much they attack, there seems no end to their appearances.

Luna's eyes scan, shooting each and every moving creature. She jolts when her gun seemingly jams up, she presses and presses but to no avail. Luna clicks her tongue, 'Damn it! Why now...!?'

A Wanderer looms over her, baring it's teeth at the sight of her. Before she could have time to use her Water Evol when a gush of cold wind passes by her, Luna's melon eyes catching the glimpse of a crystal like trail, immobilizing the Wanderer to the hilt. Cold Mist surrounds, indicating its low temperature...Luna recognized that powerful Evol anywhere. She was afraid of turning around, but the said individual has made his way before her...his broad back and twinkling ebony hair clouding her vision.

It was Zayne, the 3rd Male Lead of Love and Deepspace.

His earthly gaze focuses on the approaching Wanderers, using his Ice Evol to attack and immobilize. Luna snaps from her daze, getting rid of her jammed gun and getting the other. She follows pursuit, shooting her targets. With his arrival, backup has aided and seazed everything. Those who were injured got quickly treated, Luna hadn't realized that Asko Hospital was close by. Luna frowns, Zayne hadn't yet been appointed Chief of Surgeon yet, so why was he in Linkon City?

'Where is he...?' Luna scans the crowd, but as she expected, he was nowhere to be seen. She had a hunch why, he was hiding himself at the moment. 

She passes through the crowd, her eyes drawing towards an alley. And just as she expected, Zayne was leaning against the concrete wall, his face scrunched up in pain, heavy grunts, and sweaty. She noticed the trickling ice particles surrounding him, as he holds his arm with a shaky breathe. 

'Just as I thought...he's losing control,' She would have just left him there, but Luna knew Zayne was unable to control his Evol just yet. And seeing in person the way he's struggling...she really just wanted to help him.

It didn't seem like he noticed her presence yet, Luna standing right before him. Just as she's about to extend her hand when his heavy tone cuts her off, those earthly eyes of his cold.

"Stay away..." His tone warns her, glaring hatefully at her. Luna stiffens at his cold reaction, hesitant. He didn't want her help...but even so. 

Luna gulps back her doubts, facing Zayne with a nervous looks, "You're injured...let me--"

But her offering hand was rejected, swinging away from his harsh slap. She cringes at the stinging pain, bringing in her hand towards her chest...her palm steaming red from the slap. 

"I said stay away...!" His voice rung, huffing as his Evol was spreading even further down his nape, leaving a dangerous stream of Ice. He was getting worse by the minute.

She ignores his stubbornness, his health and well being comes first. If he dies now, Zayne wouldn't be able to meet MC. 

"My Evol...can melt any ice, so let me help you," She outstretches her hand again, this time, streams of water flow around her. A soft bluish glow surrounds them, Zayne's wavering eyes staring at the clear waters that flow from her. Within her touch, the crystal Ice that has form around him began to dissolve from its original state. Where he felt cold pain, now surges a new type of feeling he's never felt before.

A warm sensation overcomes him, as if her Water Evol was enveloping him in a tight embrace. 

"Water...has healing properties..." Luna musters, avoiding his gaze as she focuses on his wounds. Water in so may ways can heal, even to help assemble new cells for a freshly cut wound. 

It was an amazing ability, but unfortunately these powers cannot be applied to herself. Luna was unable to heal for her own well being.

"It's not the best...so you can still check in for yourself" Luna takes a step back, his skin clear from any of his ice. She awkwardly bows his way, but he doesn't even peer her way or anything. At his silent treatment, Luna excuses herself from his presence.

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Luna finds herself back at Hunter's HQ,  scanning the large files of paperwork she had to review for today's patrol. She cringes when her hand bumps into the edge of the table, the throbbing pain making it hard for her to focus. 

'Damn...he didn't have to hit me that hard,' Luna squirms, staring at her bandaged hand. She didn't expect his slap to leave such a bruise...did he really not want her around? Just like the other two, there was a clear difference in the way they treat others versus MC. 

The way the Male Leads were hostile towards her, as if she were a bad person. 

Luna reaches where her neck was, the bandages still wrapped around her neck from Xavier's threat. Though Rafayel had not hurt her yet, but she knew what capabilities the Lemurian wielded. The thought of that made her shiver.

And if things couldn't get worse, there were two Male Leads left. The ones who were quite the trouble, Sylus & Caleb.

'I don't even want to ever encounter those two...' Luna deadpans, already imagining the worse. They were characters surrounded by trouble, one being the leader of a dangerous organization Onychinus while the other being a Fleet Colonel that worked under EVER.

Being with them would be a ticking time bomb. It wouldn't be an issue if she were MC since they adore her, but Luna wasn't MC. 

So it would mean her death of she ever encounters those two.

'I need to get out of here...before MC shows up!'

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'You've got to be fucking kidding...'

Days go by, and as much as Luna tried to deny it all...there was something definitely going on. And she found herself in this uncomfortable situation...

'Is this karma?' Luna deadpans, standing before another stranger whose heated glare directed at her. She sweats, as the eyes of the bystanders watch the scene unfold before them.

"Damn it! You ruined my limited edition shirt so pay up ya bastard...!" An older man slurs, his accusing finger pointing at the taller silhouette that stood behind Luna. The said silhouette yawns into his hand, seemingly unbothered by the situation he had caused.

You can guess who it might be standing behind Luna. That aloof expression of his, as he fixes his cotton like hair without much of a thought. 

'Rafayel! Take this seriously!' Luna screams internally, glaring at him to fix his attitude.

"I already said I will, besides that shirt isn't even limited edition," Rafayel's tone came out a bit more sarcastic, clearly provoking the other. 

"What did you say!?" 

Luna steps up, standing between the two trying to deescalate the situation. 

"That's enough, if you guys want to settle with a dispute then we can head to the Hunter's Association--" Before Luna can finish her suggestion when the older man takes a step closer, ignoring her presence completely.

"That's right! I should report and sue you!" He spats, his anger only rising as Rafayel's sighs out of boredom. The older man's fists clench up, his eyes glaring hatefully at the artist. If things couldn't get any worse, he suddenly pulls out a dagger from his pocket. He grins, the dagger glaring under the sunlight.

"I'll just kill you here!!" 

Luna's instincts kick in, quickly taking position when the man lunges forward with the intention of hurting Rafayel. She snakes around behind him, disarming the weapon with a flick of her wrist. The man groans when his face hit the floor, as Luna hovered above him. She takes the cuffs from the back of her pocket, restraining his hands quickly. 

Everyone who witnessed this ordeal could only stare in awe at Luna's precise actions, some clapping while others record on their phones. Rafayel blinks, a hint of mirth playing across his face.

"You're under arrest for attempt assault on a civilian & Hunter," Luna listed, as the man seemingly flustered when she lifts him up. With her other hand,  she used her Evol to seize the dagger, "You have the right to remain silent, and everything and anything you say will be used against you,"

"Let's head to the nearest station, shall we?"

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"I said I will handle the situation, go home,"

Luna offers a fresh can of soda, standing before the guy whose caused this havoc in the first place. He was seated in the lounge of the police station, legs crossed and seemingly out of place. His fancy attire didn't match the station, as he fiddles with his phone with an aloof expression. 

His coral eyes peer at the soda, thinking for a bit before accepting her offer. He doesn't open it.

"Of course I need to stay, that scrawny man almost killed me," Rafayel sighs dramatically, touching his wrist, "If I could, I would interrogate him myself,"

Luna silently deadpans, 'Killed? If I hadn't intervene you would have killed him,' But she keeps her thoughts to herself, knowing the capabilities Rafayel possessed. He may look frail, but he was a Lemurian, he could easily kill anyone.

'Even me...'

Luna sighs, trying to wash away her negative thoughts.

"If you're worried about rumors spreading, I've already taken care of the videos being uploaded and any articles," Luna nods, "So please go home,"

Rafayel smiles, or it's what it appears to be, "It feels like you're kicking me out Lieutenant. Am I wrong?"

Luna tries her best not to flinch at his accuracy, coughing slightly. He was being unnecessarily perceptive. The way he addressed her status felt like he was making fun of her. Or was it just his way of speaking? 

"I'm just concerned for your well being, Mr. Rafayel. After all your are a well known artist," Luna clears her throat, making up a plausible excuse. 

Rafayel stares at her, doubt lingering his gaze and surprisingly he doesn't press further. He could only sigh, his dressed shoes tapping the concrete floor below him.

"Well...even if I did want to go home--"

On cue, as if waiting for this opportunity...the doors of the Police station open abruptly, urging everyone to turn to see the newcomer. Luna deadpans when she recognized the man, Thomas-- his disheveled and sweaty appearance clearly showing the distress he was currently in. 

"Thomas wouldn't let me hear the end of it..."

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Just as Rafayel predicted, Thomas comes in immediately to his aide. Quick and precise, he shows his business card and access the situation. His professionalism really proved why he was Rafayel's Manager. 

Luna could tell Thomas was secretly stressing despite his aloof expression. She provided him warm tea as she explained.

"I've already gotten rid of any evidence that could harm Rafayel's reputation. No one was harmed,"

Thomas stares at her, his eyes blinking before bowing his head her way. He too offers his business card.

"Ah, I'm pleased to hear that," His smile doesn't falter, "You must be..."

His voice trails off, tilting his head as he waits for her introduction. She goes to shake his hand.

"Lieutenant Luna, from the UNICORNS fraction," Thomas takes up on her hand shake, raising a brow as he hears her status.

"Ah, that explains everything. Someone within that caliber wouldn't easily be able to disperse such a situation," Thomas compliments, quite pleased, "You have my sincerest gratitude Lieutenant Luna," 

Luna sweats, "It's okay. Just doing my job,"

'That old guy...I'm pretty sure he's a hitman targeting Rafayel,' Luna muses, watching as Thomas and Rafayel speak amongst themselves. She lets out a sigh, bidding her farewell to the officers. Her job was done here.

'Even though I intervened...Rafayel is going to still kill him,'

Everything had settled down peacefully without any problems thanks to Luna's influence. With a single glance at her Hunter's ID, they immediately addressed her. Since she was a High Ranking Hunter, the police station had respected her instructions and made Rafayel's case go unnoticed in their favor.

Rafayel found himself inside Thomas's car, sitting in the back with a rather aloof expression. From Thomas's perspective, he was deep into thought, just like when he was looking inspiration for his new projects. And knowing him, Thomas knew not to ask and kept his thoughts to himself the whole ride.

It was only then when they arrived to Rafayel's studio...he finally speaks.

"That woman from the station...what was her name again?" Rafayel asked, his gaze still lingering outside the window, eyes following the night sky. Thomas blinks, trying to recall which woman did he refer to exactly. He draws the same conclusion, remembering Luna, "Woman? Do you mean Lieutenant Luna?"

"Luna..." Rafayel's voice chimes, eyes linger towards the full moon, an amused chuckle leaves his lips,  "Just like the moon..."

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'I was right...that man was a hitman...'

Luna drinks her tea, resting in her living room as she tosses the files on the coffee table before her. The paper scatter, in depth information as a picture of him rests on top of the files. The man before her was non other than the one who almost hurt Rafayel. Luna's hunch was right, when she conducted a background check, he was hiding behind another identity. 

'I'm guessing EVER hired him,' She muses, seeing another picture where a hooded person was seen giving the hitman a suitcase of some sort. It was definitely a transaction for Rafayel's head.

She recalls when the hitman tried to provoke Rafayel, seeing the whole ordeal happen before her. At first, she did not want anything to do with Rafayel...as she was already busy enough as it is despite resting on her weekend. Luna was meeting up with a private investigator for any reports of reincarnation. Once she conducted her meeting and was heading straight home when she caught the fight across the street.

She only stepped up when she saw the way Rafayel's eyes changed upon the provocation.

A cold shiver runs down her spine, 'Damn it...I should be careful around him too...'

Luna shakes her head, now peering where her aquarium is, her eyes lingering on the small orange fish that twirled happily around the new toys. 

'I must've involve myself with them any longer...'

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The weekend came to an end in a flash, and once again the new week starts. She goes back to her office, cringing at the mountain of paperwork she had casted aside...Luna had focused too much of her time trying to find any clues about her bizarre situation.

But despite 5 months of constant research...Luna at least expected a tiny hint that would lead her to open the doors of the truth.

If anything, it's like she's stuck in a loop with no way out.

'How long will this take? I can't keep stalling...' Luna scans the files, organizing each report just as Captain Jenna instructed. It was tedious workload but this was better than fighting Wanderers.

If only days could be peaceful like this.

"Lieutenant?"

'Guess not...' Luna deadpans, hearing the assistant's hesitant voice from behind the door. She recognized that tone, and when he sounded unsure like that...nothing good ever happened. A sigh escapes her nostrils, as she could only imagine more work for her. 

"Come in," She instructs. Luna expected to see his nervous expression...instead, she was greeted with a overly large bouquet of blue & white roses. The assistant struggled to walk in, half his body being covered by the bouquet he carried in his hand. 

"What in the world?" Luna quickly stands, rushing over to help the poor boy before he could fall. He sighs when the heavy roses are taken away, the large bouquet being placed over the coffee table.

"They're for you Lieutenant," The assistant smiles, wiping the sweat off his face.

"For...me?" Luna frowns, staring at the flowers at the table. Even from afar, she could tell they were delicately choses and assembled with such care. And seeing the way it was wrapped with silk and ravishing ribbons...Luna knew it was an expensive offering. They were beautiful no doubt, slightly making her blush.

Who in the world would send her such a lavish gift? 

"There must be a mistake, these are not for me--" Before she can deny and give the roses back when the assistant clears his throat.

"It's addressed to you name, Lieutenant," He reaches towards his jacket, where he then pulls a bluish envelope, "Here it is,"

The envelope his handed to her, and as read...her name was written in a fancy cursive. She could only tense, wondering who sent this.

The assistant seemed to have misunderstood this ordeal, a cheeky smile making its way on his face, "My work here is done~"

Before Luna could have a say, the door of her office slams shut...leaving her all alone in the office with the bizarre display of roses.

After confirming that the bouquet and the letters weren't harmful, she finally opens the blue envelope cautiously. Luna takes out the letter, she could tell with just the touch of how expensive the paper was. She carefully scans it's content, trembling as she realized what it truly was.

"Is this a threat...?" 

Despite reading the content that thanked her for her help and a invitation to Mo Art Studio...It was quickly overlooked when she saw a printed picture of her when she meet the private investigator.

Luna peers at the flowers, seeing white roses withing the bundle of the blue ones. If her memory didn't serve her wrong, white roses represent death. A cold sweat passes her cheek, her eyes wavering. 

'Is Rafayel warning me...?' Luna gulps, the only conclusion she could muster after seeing that. Did he think she was spying on him while talking to an investigator? She had started to regret ever helping him...

She makes no move to touch them, quickly grabbing the letter & invitation to wrip them to shreds. She throws the scattering pieces into the garbage. Luna couldn't bring herself to throw the roses...as she couldn't help but admire their beauty. It was such a breathtaking gift if you push aside it's true meaning.

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But the gifts continued...piles and piles of roses were now stacked on her coffee table like a blooming mountain. It has gotten to the point that embarrassing rumors have surfaced from her fraction, everyone whispering how she had a rich and handsome admirer whose trying to pursue the Lieutenant of the Alpha Team. If only they knew that behind those lavishing flowers were just warnings.

It has been exactly a week since Rafayel's continous gifts, each gift becoming more and more luxurious with its arrival. They were even embedded with real golden streaks...and she was tempted to sell them.

'At this rate...I can even open up a flower shop...' Luna muses, eyeing the coffee table before her with a deadpanned look. 

A knock urges her attention back, making her cringe when she heard her the assistant's voice.

"No, no, no!" Luna exclaims, "I cannot accept any more flowers!!"

"Ah no...it's a gift from Akso Hospital," His voice chimes, now entering the room with a small basket, a bouquet of some sort.

Unlike the luxurious flowers that sat on the table, these flowers were carnations, followed along with goodies to cover the rest of the basket. 

"Akso Hospital?" Luna mutters as the assistant approached her desk to place the basket in front of her. She admires the humble gift, "Why the sudden hospitality?"

The assistant clears his throat, a beaming grin makes his way towards his usual shy face, "Have you not seen the post about you?"

"Huh?" At the mentioned, Luna's melon eyes widen in shock. There was a public post about her? She wasn't fond of the public attention, especially since she was never used to such. 

"You're the talk of the town! If anything! I think you'll be featured in the Bogue Magazine!!" The assistant fanboys, showing the said post that was going viral online. It was a video of her, the day where she was in charge of the rookies...the day she officially met Zayne. 

The video was just showing her how she worked, efficient and quick to aid. Luna didn't find it any special, she was just doing her job as a superior. 

'What's the point of any of this?' Luna muses, her eyes gazing back at the basket. She stares at the flowers, they sparkled due to the freshly coated mist. She couldn't reject the thoughtful gift.

"I'll take them..." She then looks at the assistant, "But if you get another set of bouquet with a blue envelope, reject them all,"

The assistant hesitates, "B-But!"

Luna's eyes narrow, cutting his words short before he could refuse, "It's an order,"

The assistant silently cries, a bit disappointed that she would reject such lavishing gifts. 

"Take those away while you're at it," Luna points at the bundle of abandons roses on the coffee table.

"Yes, Lieutenant...."

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"She rejected them?"

The man pauses, his lips part and seemingly in shock at the news. His coral like eyes scan the person who told him such a statement, narrowing to see through the deception. But it appeared to be true, as the person didn't waver under his gaze.

"Would you like us to look for another way?" The woman asked, peering curiously. 

"No need..." He was quick to follow, ruffling his cotton like hair with a distain look, "..."

He was deep in thought, looking around the bar he found himself visiting much often than usual. He wasn't someone whom liked these sort of places, but there were moments where he needed to for valuable information. And today was such. 

'It's been a week...and she hasn't called nor visited the studio,' Rafayel muses, staring into his own reflection upon the glass. Just what exactly was he doing wrong?

He was waiting for the Lieutenant, the woman by the name of Luna. 

Rafayel expected her to show up the second she saw the picture, the one where she was talking to a private investigator. Anyone guilty would immediately seek for sanctuary and forgiveness right? Luna had to come to him, after all, Rafayel caught her red handed.

So then? Why has a whole week passed with no sign of Luna? And now she had the audacity to reject his gifts, 'Are all Hunters this tactless?' He huffs.

"This is ridiculous..." He mutters, his brows furrowed as he now glares at his reflection. He brushes his hair back, his lavender curls shimmering under the dim red lights of the bar. He doesn't take the drink, nor does he acknowledge the other person who called out to him. 

He makes his way out of that suffocating location, loosening his dress shirt with a slight pout.

'Why am I getting so worked up about a bland woman like her?' Rafayel irks, fixing his loosen collar as he stares at the tainted orange skies. He stares, the sunset oddly familiar yet he was unable to pinpoint what exactly.

'I should focus on more important stuff...' 

His long legs stride the busy street, his eyes catching glimpse of things that could inspire him. His Manager, Thomas, has been continuously nagging him to start a new project for the upcoming charity exhibition. He was so strict about deadlines, but he just couldn't comprehend how the mind of an art genius works. Rafayel couldn't just paint, and not just paint with any color. He seeks nature, colors that weren't like the ones fabricated...colors that were unique in their own hue.

That is why Rafayel's work were one of a kind...artworks that couldn't be compared.

'Ah...I'm back here again...' The ocean tides ring through his ears, as the burning star found itself going to accompany the ocean. It was a breathtaking scenery, the breeze fiddling with his hair. 

He closes his eyes, the whispers of the sea breeze tickling his skin. It was a comforting feeling for Rafayel, a familiar and tender touch.

"Lieutenant Luna! Can I have a picture please!!" A childlike voice squeaks from the distance, the voice channeling through the wind and catching Rafayel's attention.

"Um...I guess so...?"  

His coral eyes open, turning his head towards that vexing yet familiar tone. Just as he was trying to forget her when she is standing there not too far. She wore that distinguishable uniform, it's bland colors boring. There was no way he was forgetting it, especially with how tasteless it's style was, the UNICORNS association really needs to come up with a better design. 

'There she is...that bland woman...' He muses, but despite thinking like that, his coral eyes do not leave her tainted silhouette...his gaze finally adjusting to her once blurry characteristics.

For the first time...Rafayel could finally see her.

The sunset rays kissed her bronze skin, creating this golden glow around her. Her pale melon eyes that seemingly appear cold, shimmer as she talks to the kid. Her wine like hair appearing more bold upon the sunlight, it's red hue piercing just like her. 

There was something...oddly intriguing about her.

Rafayel gaze softens slightly, unaware of how close he's gotten...watching silently at the scene unfolding before him.

"Just one photo okay?" Luna corrects, making sure the kid agrees. The small child nods eagerly, just glad to get a photo in general. With a toothy grin, he takes out his phone towards him and Luna. 

"Peace!!" The kid cheers, putting out a peace sign. Luna follows the kid's eagerness, awkwardly putting out a peace sign and a twitching smile.

"Thank you Lieutenant Luna! I wanna be a hunter just like you when I grow up!" 

Luna visibly flinches at this, the boy's words making her feel guilty again. She had tried to forget those meddlesome thoughts that made her feel negative about her situation. But she didn't want to disappoint the boy's honest feelings...those youthful eyes that beam at her with much admiration. 

She couldn't help but act out her role, even if meant acting like someone who isn't her.

"Of course. But before that, you must be a good boy and listen to your parents," Luna chuckles, lifting up her hand to ruffle the boy's head. She bid her goodbye, waving at the boy who disappears into the distance with his parents. 

"I never thought Hunters could blatantly lie through their teeth," Rafayel's voice chimes besides her, urging her to snap her head towards his direction. His brows were raised highly at her, arms crossed over his disheveled shirt as he stares blankly at her. 

Too many questions come running through her head. 

How long did he stand there? Did he listen to everything? Was he here to kill her? Why was he here?

'Wait...did he call me a liar? Why?' Luna blinks, her lips zipped as she stares at the presumptuous artist before her. If he knew she was lying, then he could see right through her...though that much shouldn't really surprise her. Rafayel was often mistaken as a bratty Male Lead due to his tomfoolery reactions...but he was the most brutal out of all. He could read people easily, and he wasn't fooled by mere flattery. 

'Speak for yourself...' Luna muses to herself, keeping her composure. Rafayel was the most layered character, which is what made him interesting. He could easily win the hearts of millions, but not one can enter his heart willingly as they please. 

Ah, but there was an exception...the MC. The only one who won the heart of the Sea God. The only person who shared a deep connection, a bond that was unbreakable.

'A person like myself cannot stand in the same level as him...' Luna avoids his piercing gaze. He seems to catch on her avoidant behavior, urging him to irk in annoyance. 

"So you admit you're a liar...that's truly a shame," His tone comes off a bit more spiteful than he anticipated, "...that kid looks up to you,"

Of course his words hit a nerve, making Luna turn to glare at him. Rafayel whistles, the very first time he's witnessed something other than her usual boring poker face. 

Luna frowns, "Adults are naturally good liars...that's just how it's always been,"

He laughs at this, his chuckle cold as if he was reminiscing something from the past. Luna could guess what it is he's remembering...since Rafayel has trouble trusting humans in general. It was only natural.

"Then...if you'll excuse me--"

She thought that was the end of it, but Rafayel speaks again, his cheeky tone reeling her back into a conversation.

"A hunter such as yourself has been meeting with a private investigator," His words are sharp, making Luna halt at his cold tone. She doesn't dare to move, afraid that any movement would provoke the tensed Lumerian behind her. He could easily end her life...but it seems like he wanted answers first.

'Is he suspecting me?' Luna frowns, feeling her palms sweat as her anxious heart thumps inside her, 'No...more importantly...he's been spying on me...'

Rafayel's eyes gleam under the sunset, a dangerous glow that illuminating that breathtaking face of his. 

"Well? Have anything to say about that?"

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'How did I end up here?'

Luna stares blankly at the familiar studio she's witnessed countless of times during her experiences in the gameplay. As expected, the game graphics did not make justice to its interior design, as it was much more breathtaking here in person. She swore she was at the beach just moments ago...how did she let herself be dragged all the way to Rafayel's Studio?

'I said I wasn't going to involve myself with the Male Leads...' She deadpans, sitting awkwardly at the couch, 'Why am I here?'

Unlike her, Rafayel seemed quite relaxed, legs crossed as he sips his tea with a pleased look. She stares at his drink, 'He didn't even offer me something to drink—'

"Hmm...seems like I've finally got my inspiration," He yawns, setting down the tea as he begins to peer at the catalogue in his hands, "Now Thomas won't have to nag me for a while," 

'Huh? Inspiration?' Luna deadpans, staring at Rafayel's nonchalant look. Weren't they just in a middle of an argument? Something about the letters and lavishing gifts he's sent for a whole week. Did that scenario just flew pass by his head?

'Wait a second...he didn't even tell me why he sent those pictures!' Luna squirms, at lost for words. She didn't know what to say, especially when he was here ignoring her presence. His coral eyes focused on the catalogue, eyes scanning the color logs he has registered through the years of extracting various rare colors. 

'Can I leave?' Luna deadpans, feeling uncomfortable at this sudden silence. Why did he bring her here in the first place...just for the fun of it?

There was nothing for her to do. And it didn't seem like Rafayel was willing to talk about anything else, especially when it comes to his paintings. Well he wasn't an approachable person to begin with, after all, he was only sociable when MC was around.

'I need to leave...'

As she thought so, Rafayel speaks, "Ah...that's right. Why were you--" Before Rafayel could finish when he suddenly felt a strange shiver run down his body. He jolts, falling forward with a grunt.

"Rafayel?!" Her gaze caught Rafayel's fallen body, she didn't think twice to aid him, her hands quickly supporting his back. Her eyes scan him for any signs of injuries, seeing his expression churn as if in pain. It didn't take long for her to feel the heat radiating through his clothes. 

"You're burning up...!" Luna hurriedly, picks him up from under his arm, his weight collapses onto her completely. Despite his rather lean appearance, he was quite heavy, She supports him, guiding him carefully back to the couch. His back hits the cushion below him, making him squirm slightly. 

"I'll get you something," Her voice trails off, looking around frankly. The room started to feel cold, as the night sky has completely covered their world, masking into the darkness. The full moon was the only source of light entering the the studio, shimmering through the large windows. 

She manages to scurry around, finding some medication in a cabinet. She wasn't sure if they would work, but at this rate nothing else mattered. Upon her return, Luna had found Rafayel standing groggily at a new canvas, what appears to be him setting his station up to paint. He was barely able to keep himself steady, putting his whole weight on his right leg as he places the brushes down.

Just before he can go an topple over when Luna comes in, supporting his body with a steady hold. Unlike before, he flinches upon her touch.

"W-Wait...don't just suddenly...!" Rafayel frowns, trying to pull away. 

"Stop squirming," Luna sighs, once again guiding him back to the couch despite his denial. It is then upon a closer look when Luna realizes why he was in such a state.

She felt her blood run cold. 

'His scales...' Luna's breathe hitches, her widen eyes trailing down where she could see a glowing blue hue tainting his cheeks...his scales, glistening alongside his sweat. She had forgotten about this...phenomenon that occurs to Lemurians. It happens every so often, a cycle of sorts that indulges their deepest desires from within the seas. 

'This is bad...this is really bad,' Luna gulps, feeling her body grow tense when Rafayel's keen gaze cast on her. It was a strange feeling, it was like she was being watched under the eyes of a predator...his coral eyes never leaving her. She doesn't move. 

"Scared?" His tone was low, leaning his tensed back against the sofa. Rafayel groans, his heated body jolting at every slight movement.

Luna doesn't answer his question, her cautious eyes staring at every single nook of movement Rafayel dares to do. She knew the power difference between the two, and she made no plans to move, as if she were cautious. He seemingly chuckles, his jaw clenched.

"You're not freaking out...which means you know," He mutters, closing his eyes as he took a couple of deep breathes so calm his heated self. Seeing her lack of response proved his point. Rafayel wondered how she knew, distracting himself and trying to clear his mind from any impurities.

'Damn it...it came earlier than expected...' He groans again, the pounding in his chest reaching his ears. He shakes his head, there was no time to be doubting. What mattered most right now is to seek answers from the Lieutenant before him. There was no time to show weakness. This woman whom he only meet a couple of times was not questioning his state, eyes that recognized this phenomenon he was going through. 

"That private investigator...were you researching me? Or perhaps that hitman from earlier was sent by you?" He smirks, opening his eyes to meet her cautious ones. There was just something so enticing about her tense reaction, like a small rabbit quivering under the gaze of a wolf. 

Luna takes a step back, "I-I'm not—"

He almost hisses, leaning forward to glare at the hunter before him, "—Don't play dumb human..."

Rafayel reaches to touch his visible scales, shivering. He looks back at Luna, his tone as equally sensual as his gaze, "...What else do you know...?"

Luna flinches under his gaze, taking another step back as he heart stutters, "...s-since I know you're a Lemurian then that's more the reason to leav--"

But her hand is immediately caught on by his wrist, despite his state...his grip was super strong. Mustering out all her strength to pull away, she was weak compared to the strengths of the Sea God. 

"Y-You can't be serious..." Luna grits, trying to pull away, Rafayel takes this opportunity to pull her towards him, her back hitting the soft cushion below...both sides of her wrist being pinned down by his sheer grip. Luna's eyes quiver, his heated body hovering above her, at this close distance...the subtle hint of cologne and sea breeze intoxicates her nose. His coral eyes never leave her, the glowing scales illuminating the features of his face she's never seen before.

Luna couldn't help but be flustered at their proximity, her thumping heart reaching towards her burning ears. She looks away, clearly intimidated by his beautiful looks. 

"I won't repeat myself again..." His hand find its way under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Rafayel nears closer, his coral eyes trying to catch a glimpse of her faltering lies, "How much do you know about me?"

From the Myths...to his anecdotes...Luna knew almost everything. It was due to being a player of the game Love & Deepspace. It was natural to learn about the characters as the game continues to be ongoing. Well for the most part, it's good to know someone before hand, as it gives you an upper hand on complicated situations. But here in Luna's case, her knowledge about him has caused a slight trigger mechanisms...he was defensive. 

Of course, that was natural. It wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that she isn't MC. To them, she's just a blurry NPC with no purpose to their life. Even if she knew them, know of their suffering and tragic past...it wasn't enough to prove her worth.

Because she wasn't MC, the girl with the Aethor core...the girl they've longed for.

Luna would lie if she said she didn't feel inferior about the said girl. MC practical had the Male Leads under her feet, and she was completely unaware of their devotion. But it was understandable, MC was someone who strived for the best. A girl who is willing to take on risks and protecting those around her. And despite her sufferings, she's willing to move forward.

And Luna was not like that.

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"Have you gone deaf?"

Luna grits her teeth, avoiding Rafayel's gaze as he insists on his interrogation. 

"I don't—"

Rafayel's hold tightens, his fingers digging towards her jaw and jerking her face forward again. His face shown no signs of remorse nor compassion for her, those coral eyes of his filled with the bitter taste of his remaining humanity. 

"Don't take me for a fool," His faces is now inches away from her, his heated breathe tickling her dry lips. The state he was in wasn't helping the situation. The air felt suffocating, his cold sweat damping...his skin on fire. Luna's heart thumped rapidly, as her stomach churns uneasily. 

Rafayel makes his way towards her ear, his scales on his cheek lightly grazing her skin, his tone low around her ear, "Keep this up...and you'll regret it,"

Luna flinches at his warning, his tone has shifted. She knew of the things he was capable, with a flick of his wrist he could easily kill her. Even if she was an Evolver like him, Rafayel's Fire could cut through anything, even water. 

"Fine...! Yeah I know!" Luna's eyes quiver, trying to maintain eye contact with his cold front, "Are you going to kill me?"

Rafayel remains stoic, his face unreadable to her eyes. He slightly tilts his head, "That depends on how much you know," His coral eyes narrow, keeping his grip steady.

"Well then? Speak," He lowers, the heat of his hands radiating through and towards her. He continues trapping her under his frame, and he had no plans of letting go until he was satisfied with her answers.

"You...you won't kill me without a good reason right?" Luna was in doubt, nervousness slowly creeping up behind her. Even if she knew he was capable of killing...was he actually gonna do it? Rafayel's hands have been tainted, killing those who had harmed his people of Lemuria...and he was willing to stain his hands as many times as he could to avenge his loved ones. But Luna wasn't in that scale of his vengeance, she was just someone who knew a little bit too much about him. 

Indeed, Rafayel wouldn't kill her without a reason...right?

Rafayel frowns, "And why should I spare you?"

Luna's mind runs, trying to comprehend the situation before her. Will death truly be her one way ticket back to her world? But then there was the other alternative, that if she were to die here, it was the end of the road. Her blood runs cold at the thought. 

'No...no...I can't die just yet...!' Luna felt powerless. She couldn't risk losing her life like this, the outcome was too dangerous. She still had time to do more research, there was still time.

"W-Wait! Wait!" Her voice came out much more urgent than she anticipated, a hint of nervousness itching her throat. Luna had to get him on her side, well for the very least, have him think she's not a threat. Right now she was stepping on a mine field, but she can evade this red zone if she choose her words carefully. 

Her mind is clouded by the events that unfold in the game. There was a way to deescalate the situation, a specific event that could aid her. But if she were to suggest it...there was a possible risk of creating a butterfly effect. But it was a risk worth taking in order to save her life. She ushers her answer.

"You're looking for the Tome of the Sea God right? To obtain your forgotten power!" 

Her words echoes, Rafayel's body grows cold, his grip on her shaken...tensed as his gaze on her quivers. How did she know? Nobody knew, no one was supposed to know. He did not usher his plans to anyone.

It was impossible.

"Who are you," Rafayel mutters, his dagger flame manifesting before his hand. His gaze grew cold, pinning the heated blade across Luna's neck. He was shaken by her words. This woman with barely any information about herself, knew the deepest secrets he had mustered within his heart. Rafayel had thought he had the upper hand in this situation, but if she knew that far ahead of his goals. Rafayel felt intimidated.

Luna's breathe hitches, the heat of the blade threatening her life. She was desperate, "You don't know where it is! The Tome of the Sea God!"

"So you can't kill me because I know where its located!"

His blade disperses, and in a matter of seconds, Luna found herself slightly towering over Rafayel. She holds herself steady, her cold hands gripping his heated shoulders. Rafayel's hands trace towards her waist, the touch of his fingers keeping her from escaping. 

"I can't kill you? Do you think that highly of yourself human?" His tone is low, deep like a whisper. Those coral eyes of his never falter from her gaze, eyes that appear to swim with a mixture of warning & exasperation. 

Luna flinches when she could feel his nails dig onto her side, the pain coursing through her body. She tries to push him away, but his gaze only nears closer, burying his heated face on the crooked of her neck. Luna shivers.

"I can kill you right now," He hums, his eyes closed as he guides his nose across her nape, "Right here,"

Despite his threat, his mind lingers somewhere else. He inhales this unfamiliar scent, the woman before him a mere stranger and a forgettable presence. And yet...

"You think I won't do it?" Rafayel groans, his lips trailing upwards towards her ears, his scales gracing her cold skin. Rafayel's arousal only seems to worsen...clouding his judgment. More scales manifest around his body, glowing around his neck and chest. Shutting his eyes, he tries to control his unruly breathing. 

'If I kill her...will this thirst seize to leave me...?' Rafayel ponders, his jaw clenched as his fingers trail around her back. His vision began to blur, feeling her own heartbeat echoing in this suffocating room. The beating of her heart reeling his attention back to the remainder of his humanity. 

Rafayel's body slumps against Luna's arms, her surprised voice calling out to him. His heat has taken a large toll on his body, feeling his own consciousness drifting into slumber...as he could only lay there and admire from within.

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Rafayel's eyes snap open, his body jolting upwards from his position.

—Splash

He blinks, his eyes adjusting to his familiar surroundings. Rafayel was in his bathroom, his body engulfed under the cold water of the tub, the cries of the seagulls in the morning sunrise, as the light breeze enter through the open space bathroom.

"When did I get here?" Rafayel mutters, his hand trailing over the surface of the water. It is then he remembered the intense session of last night, his mind clouded and hazy with those memories.

"Seriously have I gone crazy?"

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'I thought he would avoid me for a while...'

Luna found herself once again in that suffocating studio that belonged to that presumptuous artist, being dragged along when she was threatened. Luna had no choice but to abide. 

Besides, she had promise to tell him about The Tome.

"It's located on a private island owned by Maxwell, Jewel Reef," Luna brings forward a couple of documents that further showed a map of the whole island, she points at one area of the island "More specifically, deep inside this blue hole,"

Rafayel peers from where he sat, though he was occupied in mixing paint, his attention was deeply focused on her analysis. His expression remains stoic. 

"There will be a private party that will be held for Maxwell's wife in the year 2048. Unfortunately, you will have to go undercover since EVER will be attending the party," Luna gathers the documents on a electric folder, "It's best to be careful, since you're a wanted man,"

On cue, she puts his printed bounty on top of the files. Rafayel snorts at this, amused by the paper that much wanted to determine his future. Those who put a bounty on his head were nothing but fools.

Luna seemingly hesitates for a brief second, but she continues, "That woman...the one whom you've formed a bond with. She will soon trial as a hunter and be part of my fraction that same year," 

Rafayel doesn't react at the mention of MC, already aware that Luna's knowledge surpassed those of the unknown. Initially, Rafayel didn't believe her when she tried to lie about knowing everything with solely just investigation.

And so, Luna had to go out of her way to explain that she wasn't from this world. Surprisingly...he believed that part much more.

"That explains why you're so weird," He lifts his brush, indirectly insulting Luna when she talked about her reincarnation. She looks up to glare at him, wishing she could burn holes in the back of his head. Even after giving him valuable information he was treating her like this?

'Damn fish bastard...' Luna irks, she only seems to get more annoyed when she recalled what happened when he first brought her here. And even after making her through that, he was being like this?

The more her mind replayed that moment, the more irritated she got, 'Damn it...I was supposed to meet up with that private investigator. He was going to give me direct info to enter the dark web...'

"So then? When will you be going back to your world?" He asked, continuing to prepare the paints. 

Luna sighs, now sitting back into the couch, "I still need to gather more intel. There isn't a slight speck of research no matter how I look into it," 

Rafayel stops, cleaning the brush before setting it down to dry. He takes a quick glance at the files she brought before back at her, "So...what would happen this this body you inhabit?"

Luna hadn't thought of it that way. She was busy thinking about how to get out of here than to think about anything else. To be fair, she could care any less what happens to the body, or if the original soul goes back or not.

She just wanted to leave...since she doesn’t belong here.

"I don't know," Luna muses, looking at her hand, a hand that wasn't hers. A life that didn't belong to her.

"I supposed this body will rot away somewhere..."

Rafayel's expression remains unchanged, his stoic eyes trying to read Luna's expression. What appeared to be this distant sadness he couldn't quite possibly reach. This sudden silence after her statement made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Well then Miss Lieutenant," He suddenly stands from the stool, his bare feet tapping the porcelain flooring. He picks of a sketch book that was laying beside his feet, he picks out a few page, tapping the pencil with a hum.

Luna frowns when he nears closer, watching him squint when Rafayel stands right before her.

"Stay still and steady. Just like that," He mutters, as he now lifts up up the pencil. His fingers follow along the tracing pencil, coral eyes taking glances between her and the sketch.

Luna deadpans, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, "...What are you doing...?"

Rafayel's eyes scan his sketch, tilting his head with a slight hum, "Isn't it obvious? I'm drawing you," He lets out a dragged sigh.

Luna irks, his condescending tone making her jerk, "Of course I know that. I just want to know why you're drawing me,"

Rafayel stops, his gaze finally meeting hers, "You're face is forgetful that's why,"

Luna didn't exactly know what he meant by that. What did he mean when he said her face is forgetful? Was that an indirect insult?

She irks, "Enough. I already provided you with the information, so you better keep your end of the bargain,"

They had both promised to never meet again after she provided him with valuable information about the Tome of the Sea God. It was for the best after all, Luna did not want to involve herself any further into the story than necessary. She needed to leave this world before she becomes too invested. 

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Sunset has started to set through the studio, the orange hue giving a golden glow around the surfaces. The sea breeze of the nearby ocean leave soft trails of whistling tunes, soon followed by the rapid scratches of the pencil grazing a sketchbook.

Rafayel's brows are furrowed, his eyes trailing each detail of the sketch in his hand. He seemed dissatisfied with the outcome.

"As I thought...it's better to have the real deal," He mutters to himself. He rips the sketch and tosses the sheet aside.

He starts all over again.

Again...and again.

The morning sunrise had begun to shine through the dark studio...where various sketches and sheets were scattered all throughout, all surrounding a certain individual who was responsible of those restless drawings. 

"Why can't I draw her?" Rafayel mutters, his coral eyes glaring at the blurry pictures before him. The drawings alongside teach other do not aligned, each drawing having a different approach

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Despite his artistic talents...a genius like himself was unable to draw her...staring down at the faceless Luna.

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"Akso Hospital is in need of assistance for their business trip in Lake Capetown,"

As much as Luna tried to come up with excuses to not attend, unfortunately Akso Hospital had asked for her presence specifically. It seems like they were still hung up on her when she helped the employees in that viral video.

And so...she had no choice but to accept with a forced smile.

She and some rookie hunters were selected as extra security, and have arrived early. The young rookies chattered amongst themselves, talking about the modern culture which Luna found hard to blend in. And so, she was seated much more farther than them, fiddling with her phone. She was reading articles, but there was one particularly that caught her attention. 

It was one that spoke about the theory of reincarnation. It was an interesting article, which spoke of being reborn in another body after dying, but there was something that made her feel uneasy.

She stares at the last sentence of the article, a cold sweat passing her face.

'But if you suddenly wake up in another person's body...perhaps you are there to fulfill the void they were unable to accomplish...'

'Fulfill the void...?' Luna gulps, continuing to read that last statement, 'In other words...the Original Luna had to accomplish something. Then...'

A cold shiver passes her spine.

'She died before she could finish...did she get murdered?' Her mind raced at the thought, she could hear her onw cautious heartbeat ringing in her ear. Before she could see the person who wrote that article when a shadow looms over her.

"Ah! You're Lieutenant Luna!" 

She flinches, turning from her phone to look at the one who called out to her. She blinks, greeted by a pair of tender eyes that hid behind glasses. His smile curves, going over to bow at her respectfully. 

She recognized the fellow doctor, Dr. Greyson, who in the future becomes Zayne's assistant.

"You'll be our Hunter's escort," He beams, placing a hand over to himself, "We'll be in your care Lieutenant. My name is Dr. Greyson,"

Luna immediately stands up, rushing him up from his formal bow. "N-No, I should be the one saying that!" She corrects.

Greyson shakes his head, going over to shake her hand, "I don't mean to pry, but I actually saw the article you were reading," He shyly scratches his cheek, "My old college professor was the one who wrote--"

Luna didn't let him finish, her attention piqued the moment he said that. She wasn't going to take any chances. She nears closer, her eyes gleam at his words. 

"--Then...is it possible if you could arrange a meeting with him?! I would like to talk to him," Luna quickly clears her throat, realizing how intense she was being, "W-Well if it's possible," 

Greyson blinks before letting out a chuckle, he picks up his phone.

"Of course!"

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The old professor by the name of Dr. Xeno was stationed in the outskirts of Linkon, in a quiet area where he had retired. According to Greyson, he owns a small book shop, where he spends his days relaxing. 

'Dr. Xeno...hopefully he could help me seek the answers I look for,' Luna muses, staring at the number in her phone. The professor had accepted Luna's meet up, and she couldn't be any happier. She had hoped that she could get a heads up on her research, or at least help to understand why she was reincarnated into this world. 

'Good... I'm making progress,'

Luna has stood alongside the Chief that was in charge of the doctors, her back straighten as she glances around for any signs of dangers. She had to maintain her composure when she saw Zayne among the interns. Luna didn't expect to see him so soon, since Zayne had spent most of his time in Skyhaven and with Dr. Noah. From what she heard, Zayne was taking this program as part of his intern. Despite still being a student, Zayne was recognized by the other doctors. 

His presence alone was captivating, his broad shoulders firm as he listens to the Chief.  Neither had acknowledge each other, and despite the close proximity...they were just two strangers.

Zayne minded his own business and she did too.

The day had quickly wrapped up without any issue, the patients were all safely warded by the doctors, there were no signs of Wanderers. All was left was to rest for the next day. According to the doctors, they had plan to take the patients outside for a fresh air, so Luna and her team would have to stay extra cautious. 

Akso Hospital had provided a hotel for both the doctors and Hunters, that way they would remain within the reach in case of emergencies. Luna had found herself in her comfortable room, staring at the ceiling above with a complicated look.

She was recalling the article she read, that last phrase still making her a tad bit uneasy. 

'Why did Dr. Xeno say that? Perhaps he really knows something but couldn't write it down...' Luna's chest tightens, that uneasiness never going away. It was a strange reaction, it was as if the original body was reacting to those words. 

'Who are you Luna...?' She silently frowns, reaching to calm her heart.

When she first arrived to this world, she never paid much mind to her characteristics...especially noticing how much she would go unnoticed if she were to stay mute for a while.

Luna naturally thought she was forgetful person...but there was the benefit of doubt. She had also tried to research on ahead to see how the original Luna lived, but there wasn't anything that seem to stand out and also the fact that there was practically no valid information.

'Unless...there's something that I don't know about...' Luna had started to speculate that there might be something more. And if what the professor wrote on the article was true...then that only concludes--

'--The original Luna died...but that doesn't make any sense...'' When she first came into this world, she was in a middle of a battle, being on the ground as the ringing wouldn't stop, she was losing consciousness. And upon seeing the Wanderer she passed out in an instant. She was then found unconscious in the warehouse. Her whole body throbbed in pain, and it took her days for a speedy recovery as the transition also took a large toll on her.

But now that she had thought about it. It was strange. 

Luna was alone in a warehouse with that Wanderer...it didn't appear to be a mission since she was wearing civilian clothing. Why was the original Luna doing there alone?

She was too caught up with her reincarnation situation that she didn't realize everything else. Not to mention, after being told she's a Lieutenant she had to adapt. But not that everything has been settled...things weren't adding up. 

'Now that I think about it...' Luna quickly scurries to her feet, heading towards the bathroom. She faces the mirror before her, lifting up her shirt where she could see a strange scar. It had run from above her chest and down towards her stomach...seeing the scar made her shiver.

There was something oddly uncomfortable and repulsive about it...even if she didn't understand why...this body knew something she didn't. She couldn't bare to see any more, pulling the tank top down with a shaky sigh. 

'This scar...how did she get it?'

Just as she thought that, a sudden bang pulses her head, she groans in pain as sudden flashes of images run her mind. They were quick, as if she was reliving those moments like an old film. The images were overwhelming, clouding her vision with flashing lights and indescribable noises roaring in her mind. 

Luna stumbles, hitting the vanity behind her. She didn't realize the way the lights flicker quickly, shaking as the pain seemingly worsens. 

At that, a loud roar soon followed by panicked screams can be heard from down the hall outside. Despite her state, she groggily stands up, making sure to grab her holster as she opens her front door. She recognizes the doctors running pass her, and seeing their panicked states quickly sobers up from her pain. 

Luna runs in the opposite direction, and from the passing windows could she see a large Wanderer roaring and coming out of its Protofield from the front yard. Her eyes widen when she sees those familiar ice bergs merging to attack the incoming Wanderers, the person seemingly struggling to keep up.  She clicks her tongue, Luna knew she wouldn't make it in time if she would take the stairs...there was only one thing in mind, a crazy idea even for her.

She grabs whatever she could in order to break the glass of the large windows. She didn't care for the burning sensation under her bare feet, her focus solely on the Wanderer outside. Luna's voice booms the crowded yard.

"Get out of the way!"

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"Get out of the way!"

At her ringing tone, everyone looks up...to their shock to see the Lieutenant's body jumping off from the hotel. They all take a step back as she instructed, staring when she falls closer. Her Evol surges from her hand, that trickling blue water flowing alongside her. Zayne's earthly eyes widen at the familiar shimmer, that clear liquid he found so oddly familiar. 

'That Evol...' Zayne blinks, his unable to look away from that shimmering blue hue.

Luna stops before the Wanderers, Zayne's stun expression blinking as her silhouette hid behind the wall of water she generated. Luna's Evol had shield everyone from getting any closer to the Wanderers.

"Lieutenant! Do you plan on fighting the Wanderers alone?!"

One of the rookie hunters stand next to Zayne, trying to see if they're able to pass by the water wall. Her voice echoes from the other side, the Protofield almost complete to devour anyone close. 

"Get everyone to a safer area, and stay on guard until backup arrives," She instructs, "That is an order,"

With that being her final words, the Protofield had devoured her along the rest of the Wanderers...her Evol dispersing and leaving behind a trail of nothing. 

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Luna squints at the bright light, getting ready once her vision adjusted and recognized the Protofield before her. She grabs her gun from the holster, taking action once the low level Wanderers charged right at her. She left trails of her water Evol as she attacks, the water seemingly dancing around her.

She eyes the bigger one, the one she was worrying about the most. It had to measure at least 5 Meters at most, it can easily stomp on her without remorse. It was started to make her nervous as it quietly watched her in the distance. Was it analysis her fighting style? 

Luna knew the Wanderers can adapt, but being watched like this was making it hard for her to focus. Not to mention, the wound from beneath her bare feet had started to sting. Fragments of the glass window and injured her when she landed from the jump, the only reason she was keeping up was because of the coursing adrenaline inside her system. 

'If only my Evol could work on me...I would heal myself easily,' She narrows, now facing the last standing Wanderer. She too walks slowly, hesitant to take the first attack. 

The Wanderer read her steps, now lunging at her with full speed. Luna swung her arm as created a Water shield to wield her from the punch. Unlike the others, she couldn't easily attack without a plan. Since this Wanderer was much larger and powerful, she needed to devise a perfect attack to leave it defenseless. 

It took a while to lower its guard, and once she did, Luna did not hesitate to take action. Even when injured, she manages to stay steady and defeat the Final one. With its piercing shriek, the surrounding area begun to disperse...once again she is back to reality. She was too caught up with the fight that her body has finally took the toll. 

Luna's vision began to buzz, her steps stumbling as she holds her chest that pounds in pain. She holds onto herself steady, but her vision didn't help her keep balance. She had started to look focus, staring at a familiar white silhouette who comes running to her. His voice is muffled by the ringing in her ear, as she felt her body lean against another. 

"I'm fine...just tired," Luna mutters, trying to focus her blurry vision. She manages to move away from the warmth, steadying her posture. 

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!!" The Rookie Hunters all gather around Luna, who cringes at their loud tone. She lightly glares at them, rubbing her temple. 

"Is everyone okay? Any injuries?" Luna blinks, now focusing her gaze at the kids, observing each and every one for any signs of injuries. They seemingly gasp at her response, staring at Luna with a look of shock.

"You should worry about yourself first, Lieutenant!" One of them cries, staring at the disheveled state Luna was in. Indeed, she was covered in slight bruises and cold sweat, as her bare feet were covered by her own dry blood. But unlike them, Luna didn't seem to care.

"It's fine. What about everyone else?" Luna looks around and her eyes land on a couple of Doctors that have gotten injured in the midst of the battle, Dr. Greyson being among the crowd. Luna immediately aids their way, her presence shocking them as she got closer. She knelt down, reaching out her hand towards Greyson's open cut wound. Like earlier, the clear water emerges from within as it dance around his wound. Everyone that was around watched the spectacle with astonished looks, seeing in time the way Greyson's wounds seals completely. 

Luna awkwardly explains her Evol's abilities, needing to talk in this awkward atmosphere she found herself in,  "Water has healing properties, it helps deliver nutrients and oxygen to the wound to heal properly, its hydrating features really helps the body repair damaged tissues, " 

Greyson stares at his uninjured arm with beaming eyes, utterly impressed by her ability. There were no traces of scars nor wound waste around his skin...it was hydrated and healthy. It almost seemed like he wasn't injured to begin. There was also that refreshing feeling in his body, his tense muscles felt relaxed. 

"Wow...I never meet an Evol user that could heal," He lets out an sigh of amazement, "Your amazing Lieutenant Luna!"

She deadpans at this, still not used to the compliments. Luna could only nod, uttering a small thanks before looking around for anyone else. She lifts up her hand, the water in her palm swirling with a bright blue hue,  "Please come forward if you're injured. I will do the best I can,"

One by one, many came forward to get their injuries healed. While the rest watched the way the water danced around the wounds, like a small ritual being held for the injuries to be blessed. It was their first time to witness such an ability like hers at work, shimmering under the moonlight.

There was only one person left, but she knew Zayne wouldn't get himself healed. He was stubborn like that, and so she let him be. 

Everyone returned to their rooms once everything had settled for the remainder of the night.  Luna just finished getting her report done with a local police station, and now she found herself in one of the medical rooms of the hospital, trying to wrap her wounds. She was just glad to finally get a moment of peace and quiet after that eventful fight. 

'I'm never accepting another mission like this again...' Luna silently deadpans, wrapping her final wound up. Just as she's about to clean up her station, when a sudden knock disrupts her train of thoughts. 

It was soon followed by a familiar frosty tone. 

"Lieutenant? It's me, Zayne," 

She didn't expect him to be here, a bit startled as he now slides open the door. Her stunned eyes meet his aloof expression.

"Have you not finished?" His voice cuts the tension, his steps echoing as he nears closer towards the bed she sat on. His earthly gaze skims over her poor bandaging technique before he looking up at her. He seems quiet for a moment, as if trying to see her gaze from under the piercing moonlight. 

He squints, as he hesitates to speak, "You're...that woman from the alley, right? Your Evol can heal...so why haven't you used it?"

'He should be worried about himself,' Luna looks away, eyeing the dark icicles that were peeking from under his coat, as if hiding away from her eyes. Despite his aloof expression now, his complexion seemed off, he looked tired.

"If I could, I would have already healed myself," Luna let's out a sigh. She lifts up her hand towards him, "What about you? You can't control your Evol right? I saw you were struggling to control it earlier,"

Zayne visibly flinches, taking a step back as he hides his arm away from her view. 

"I'm fine...you should worry about yourself," Zayne reaches for a pair of clean bandages, "Let me help you,"

Before Luna can refuse when Zayne brings himself down onto his knees, his cold hands gently taking her ankles and unbinds the poorly wrapped foot. He inspects the wound with a impassive look. She lets out a muffled yelp, in utter shock at Zayne's actions.

"With the way you treated it, there's no way it would heal in time, " He sighs, wasting no time to clean and apply her wound. Luna cringes at the pain, but she doesn't complain, her hesitant eyes staring quietly at Zayne's diligent task in hand. Of course he knew how to handle with care, he is a doctor after all...he's helped over thousands of patients everyday. This much wasn't nothing. 

Once he was done, he stood up to fix the other bandages, the messy layout that was once done by her was now perfectly arranged and clean. Luna couldn't help but admire his work slightly.

"Thanks..." She mutters, able to move her body without feeling the restraints of the bandages. Zayne was truly an expert. Her melon eyes peer at his hand, as he cleans up the station she could see his trickling Evol. It has slowly faded away, but there was still lingering presence of it. 

Zayne was still hurting, that much she knew.

Luna lets out a sigh, "Give me your hand...I'll treat you," She motions her hand, waiting for Zayne to follow pursuit. He seems to think about her words, his earthly gaze lingering her hand before looking back at her, "You may be a doctor but you also need treatment,"

Zayne hesitates, but he moves his hand towards her, flipping his palm to show the icicles in his hand. His complexion proved the pain he was going through, but he had kept it to himself.

Luna cautiously takes hold of his palm, like she was handling a fragile glass in her hand. 

Zayne watches from within his reach, a sense of Deja vu overlapping him as that familiar blue hue wraps itself around his freezing palm. That calming tenderness overwhelms his cold body, the warmth of touch making that piercing pain go away. His earthly eyes gleam at the beautiful trails of the dancing water, sparkling underneath the moonlight...

Zayne had finally taken the opportunity to look at the woman that wielded such a graceful power...for once...he was finally able to see that blurry face up close. The shimmering moonlight struck upon her features, illuminating the parts he was unable to see clearly. Focused eyes that were tainted in a melon like hue, a bronze skin that glistened, petite wine like hair...

"Thank you...Lieutenant,"

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The morning dawn rises, and Luna found herself unable to sleep because of the rising pain. Her muscles are tense, she was close to crying but she holds it in. Now today was one of those days where she truly wished her Evol could help her. 

'What's the point of having healing attributes when I can't even heal myself,' She cringes, groggily standing from the end of the bed and slowly prepares herself for the day. Luna was glad that today was guard duty.

"Lieutenant! Did you rest well?"

"Do you like tea! Let me bring you some!'

"Have you tried the sandwiches here! They're amazing!"

The rookies that were at first too shy to speak to her, now bombarded her presence with their beaming energy. She cringes, her energy already drained to the core. She couldn't understand why they were this hyper this early in the morning.

"Lower your voices...please," She mutters, rubbing her temple, "Since today is guard duty, keep an eye on the children and elderly. And help the doctors when needed,"

"Yes Ma'am!"

They all left, leaving behind Luna whose hands were now occupied by the meals and drinks promised to her.

"You were super cool Lieutenant!"

"Thank you for protecting us, dear~"

The children and elderly from the hospital saw her on their way,  they too placing a couple of snacks on their behalf. Luna could only stand there with a defeated look...staring at the growing pile of snacks.

"Ah, looks like everyone beat me to it~" Greyson's voice chimes from behind her, urging her to peer over her shoulder. She is greeted by his smile, as he holds a small banana milk in his hand. He places the drink in between the piles in her hand, "You've grown quite popular overnight Lieutenant,"

"They're just thankful. It is my job after all," Luna corrects, seemingly struggling to uphold everything. Greyson decides to take a couple of the snacks with him. His smile never falters, his eyes curving like moon crescents. 

"Even if it's your job to protect us," He stands side to side with Luna, his lean frame towering over her, "We are still grateful for your hard work!"

Even though she wanted to retort, she found herself unable to. Once again that lingering guilt was stumbling her heart, Luna didn't want to take the credit, not when she wasn't the person everyone thought she was. She was an imposter.

It seemed like Greyson noticed her far off look. tilting his head to get a closer look at Luna, "Lieutenant?"

Before he could ask when a familiar frosty tone intervenes before them.

"Dr. Greyson, "

Both Luna and Greyson stop, staring at the doctor that stood right before them. His ebony hair shining through the flickering light, a soft shadow of leaves casted above his features. Once he receives their attention, Zayne nears closer to them, his sole gaze focused on Greyson.

"The children in room 6 have been asking for you to read them a story," Zayne reaches over his pocket, getting a plastic bag. He shakes it slightly to open it, his hands reaching Luna's snack pile and places it inside one by one.

"Okay, I'll be there," Greyson flashes an apologetic look at Luna, he too places her snacks into the bag. He makes his way to the building, leaving both Zayne and Luna to stand alone.

Once Zayne finished up the bag of goodies, he hands it over to Luna. 

"Thank you for your hard work," He nods, before he too leaves. 

Now Luna stood there with a defeated look, staring at the brimming bag full of snacks.

'Am I supposed to eat all of this...?'

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It was the final day of supervision, soon she and her team will return to Linkon. Once Luna does rightfully so, she will meet up with Dr. Xeno as promised. 

'It would be best to meet up as soon as possible,' Luna skims her phone, feeling already distressed. She had plan to visit the professor's shop once the plane lands in Linkon, even if her surprise visit would offend him. But she was in no position to wait, she wanted answers. 

Luna had 3 years before MC becomes a Hunter and becomes part of the ALPHA fraction. Even so, with how things are going, 3 years might not be enough to gather information and leave in time. MC was currently 18, who will be graduating soon.

"I need to get out this place," She mutters under her breathe, her eyes squinting from the bright sunlight that shone through the flickering leaves. Luna had found this secluded area that was behind the hospital, since the building was located in a rural area, it was surrounded by the wilderness, trees and beautiful sounds of its nature. She sat comfortably at the edge of a rock,  watching the lake below glitter under the sunlight, creating this vast area of sparkling hue.

Luna admires scenery before her, the fresh look giving her clouded mind a quiet rest. It hasn't had much to rest, and sitting here really made her realized how much of a vacation she needs. Luna muses, 'I should ask Captain Jenna for a month break,'

At the thought, her ears caught the crunching of nearby leaves. Was someone else here with her?

She turns, her gaze soon fixed on those familiar earthly eyes. Luna visibly flinches when she recognized that it was Zayne. 

"Why are you out here?" He asked, nearing closer towards her side. His steps careful as to not fall from the steep slope of the rock. Close enough, he looks towards the lake, "The children are asking for you,"

"Ah..." Luna was unsure what to say, quickly standing from her seated position. She eyes the watch on her wrist, seeing it has been passed her lunch break. She silently freaks out, her so called break had extended for 3 hours without notice. Luna recalls promising the kids that she would play with them, the guilt in her heart making her sulk. Just as she's about to leave when Zayne's voice cuts her train of thoughts.

"--Wait,"

Luna halts, peering up as Zayne got closer to her. His hand reaches to his pocket, pulling out a small drink and handing it to her. She recognized the drink, an energy drink from the vending machine that the hospital sold. 

"The kids are going to be energetic," Zayne explains, "And so you should be prepared,"

He had referred to her exhausted expression, seeing the visible fatigued and dark circles around her eyes. Of course she would be in such state, especially after that prior night. She had fought alone and healed those who were hurt. Zayne's mind swirls with concern, her selfless persona much reminding him of a certain someone he grew up with. 

And yet...this woman before him felt strangely forgettable. He had completely forgotten about her if it weren't for that breathtaking Evol that has helped him twice. He recalls the warmth, the water melting his piercing Ice that he couldn't control. Her Evol...was unforgettable. 

The Autumn breeze tickles them, those orange tainted leaves dancing around them through the wind. Zayne looks up to admire the beautiful scenery, unaware of the small leaves settling on top of his head. The beautiful colors contract to his monotone, bringing out this mystical glow around Zayne's aloof expression. 

Luna's hands flinch, tempted to pick out the leaves from his presence...but she stops herself from doing so.

'Who am I kidding...' Luna looks away, hiding both her hands away, 'I can't do that...'

Luna understood her place in this world. 

"Thank you for the drink Zayne," Luna nods her head, avoiding to meet his gaze, "...I'll see you soon,"

She didn't wait for his response, already finding the dirt path back to the immersed hospital.

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The Hunters Escort mission had concluded in Lake CapeTown,  Luna and her team had returned to Linkon to file in their report. She had a plan in mind that once she settled back in Linkon, she would visit Dr. Xeno's shop as soon as possible. But of course, there was always something impending her work.

The second she stepped foot into Alpha's Team office, Captain Jenna summoned her.

"Lieutenant Luna, in my office now,"

Luna becomes tense at Jenna's expression, walking into the beautiful glass office. She had expected to meet with just the Captain, but she halts when she recognizes that familiar silhouette that faces her. A night like uniform, that fitted tightly on his tone figure...the man didn't turn to face her. 

'Why is Xavier here...?' Luna frowns, feeling more uneasy with each passing second, trying her best to ignore his presence. 

"I can't say much here," Captain Jenna starts, gathering some files and separated each one into two electrical folders. As Luna nears closer, she and the Hunter beside her are handed the folders quickly. She utters her next words, as she takes a peek around.

"Please read them. And conduct your own research," Captain Jenna ushers, "You two will be temporarily Partners, please help each other out to conduct this mission,"

Luna had no time to check the documents, not when Xavier nods and leaves the office in a blink. She looks between the retreating Xavier and Captain Jenna. It didn't seem like the Captain was going to say any more, seated back into her office chair to finish up her paperwork. 

She had no choice but to leave. Luna doesn't plan to follow Xavier, and instead heads straight home for the rest if the evening. The rain had settled down Linkon City, its pouring rain making the city move slower. The weather and Captain Jenna's face had made her uneasy, completely forgetting about heading to Dr. Xeno's shop for an early schedule. 

Luna settles back to her private condo, now opening the electric folder with a tense look. She eyes the files, her blood running cold when she recognized that affiliated name plastered in bold ink.

The Pristine Leader of Onychinus will soon make his move. Rumors have it that he will be attending an anonymous auction deep within the N-109 Zone. Get intel on the Protocores that will be auctioned and do not engage.

'I don't remember ever reading this part of the game...' Luna frowns.

As far as she could remember from the Side Stories World Underneath, Sylus had escaped the space-time prison; The Supreme Interstellar Starship Tartarus and had travelled through the Deepspace and ends up within the current timeline. There was also the fragments of his childhood with MC, before she was taken away and experimented.

And considering how Captain Jenna has conducted this mission as undercover, which means they don't want to be held accountable or targeted. Both Xavier and Luna had to go without being noticed by the attendees. Just to gather intel and leave. 

'Damn it...why did I have to get this mission now?' Luna cringes, seeing the obvious red flags. She knew the things Sylus was capable of, and being capable of immortality and destruction. Luna would've been so worried if she was someone who was important to him, like how MC is. But Luna had to remind herself she isn't MC, just a faceless NPC...Sylus wouldn't think twice about killing her. 

And even if she didn't want to take on this mission, Luna had been planning to enter that dangerous place for a while now to meet a certain someone. That Private Investigator, Damian, was supposed to help her get through with some forged documents. This mission was a good excuse to meet with the owner of the Odd Workshop, Philip. That man, who also works under Sylus, was a former researcher of EVER. Perhaps as a researcher, Philip could help Luna's situation. And since he works within the deepest fractions, he must knew a couple of peculiar information that could benefit her.

But there was another risky factor, Charon—a place run by Dmitri, a dangerous man who could also kill her. 

'Well as long as I don't run into either of those two...I should be fine...' Luna sighs, ruffling her hair at the complicated scenario that just unfolded, '...damn it...'

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Luna had expected Xavier to have already made it through the N-109 Zone, since he was someone who didn't waste any time. Even though the two were supposed to conduct the mission together, she knew very well Xavier wasn't so fond of her...even after he was the one who accused and injured her. 

She had no choice but to let it slide. It was preferable this way. That way she can conduct her own personal stuff without Xavier knowing. 

Luna was seated in another secluded café, waiting for a particular Private Investigator to show up with her newly forged identity to slip into the N-109 Zone without a problem. She sips her drink, sensing that familiar presence take a seat right across from her. Her eyes glance over, recognizing Damian, the Private Investigator she had hired. He swiftly slides over a what seemed to be a book of some sorts.

"Here's the books I borrowed," Damian says, a subtle lie behind the truth she only knew. "It has everything,"

'Which means he successfully forged the documents,' Luna muses, taking the book to her side. Just as she's about to give him the payment when he nears closer, his expression anxious.

"You can't seriously be thinking of going there all by yourself...!?" Damian whispers, "Please think this through Lieutenant!"

Luna eyes him, raising a brow his way, "Are you worried? I clearly remember you telling me you didn't care whether or not I die,"

Damian flinches, "--That!!"

He looks away briefly, "...you're my highest paying customer of course I'm worried if my paycheck will be coming back alive,"

Luna sighs, "Of course I'm coming back alive,"

Even though she said that, there was a small part of her in doubt, sipping her drink, 'Well that's if I don't bump into Sylus or Dmitri,'

Sylus's Energy Manipulation Evol is dangerous, with a snap of his fingers he can disintegrate anyone in a blink. It was, in fact, one of the most powerful Evol, alongside MC's and Caleb's. Luna had witnessed his power through the game, and now being in here in the said game had made her a tad bit nervous. While Dmitri, who may look like a frail old man, was someone who controlled the whole Charon district, and an ex researcher whose willing to destroy anyone who gets in his way. She would rather avoid those troublesome folks. 

But Luna recognize that Sylus wouldn't kill unless there had been some sort of exchange between him and the second party involved. Sylus is a deal maker after all. And that was all the assurance she needed if she were to encounter him. 

'In other words...If I  bump into Sylus and strike a deal with him...then I can guarantee my life,'

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'There's a lot more people here than I imagined it to be,'

Luna had stood amongst the crowd, her disguise in place as she analyzed her surroundings. It was an auction disguised as a luxurious party, everyone wearing limited edition clothes with embedded masks to cover their identities. 

Luna had followed the protocol of the party, she too wearing a fancy dress and mask. She had also included a pitch blonde wig to cover her wine like hair.

According to her Intel, Sylus would be currently making a deal one of the many rooms of the auction hall, so as long as she avoids any of those rooms, she should be fine. 

'God I must be crazy for doing this...' She internally sighs, swirling the wine glass in her hand. If it were for her, she would rather just stay home and complicate her thoughts. Before she can zone out again when her melon eyes get a glimpse of a familiar a silver like hair twinkling under the chandeliers, emitting this golden glow around him. Luna had to stop herself from deadpanning when she recognized the fellow hunter. 

'He's pretending to be a server...that's smart,' Luna muses, seeing the red butler suit fitted him well, he too wearing a mask to blend in the crowd. He had a plate filled with appetizers, passing through the crowd swiftly and without notice. 

'It's best to avoid him...' Luna shifts her gaze away, eyeing the door out of the dance hall. She needed intel about the Protocores. 

But of course, it seems like Luna had a knack for jinxing her plans, as a strange rumbling had started to stir from beneath. The dance hall shook, and a sudden blasts rumbles the building, craters and debris falling from the impact. Luna holds herself steady as the crowd began to panic. 

'Was that an explosion!?' Luna grits, trying to read her situation. The shaking continues, soon followed by loud booming sound, proving her speculation. She was not aware that an attack would happen at the auction...nothing in her intel told of such possibility. Her eyes scan through the crowd, her melon eyes landing on a familiar silhouette of the Hunter, recognizing his unsheathe blade that glimmer under the madness.

She could see that his eyes were focused on someone, Xavier's cold gaze never leaving a hooded figure that seemed to have noticed his intense façade. Was that hooded individual the one responsible for the multiple explosions? 

When the hooded figure runs, Xavier quickly follows pursuit. Luna takes a step forward, but the rumbling below her halts her from her place, as a chandelier falls before her. She pulls back just in time, staring at the glowing artifact before her with a shaky breathe. She looks back at Xavier's retreating form, her jaw clenched while her hand was steady and ready to grab her hidden pistol. Her thoughts and actions become conflicted.

'Damn it! I can't use my Evol here! It's too risky!' Luna watches the panic crowd scatter around, her heart wanting to help them escape the rubble. But she held herself back, since she was undercover and revealing her power would make her identity obvious. Unlike Xavier, who was showing himself off...Luna had bit down her lip and disappears alongside the crowd.

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The halls were deteriorating, the rumbling continuing with various explosions' here and there. Luna was struggling to run, being pushed against the wall by the force. Mission abort. 

'I didn't get to find anything about the Protocores...' She sighs, collecting herself as she makes it out of the crumbling building. She could only watch from a distance as it began to crumble under the blazing flames. Despite the cold air that filled the area, the flames continue to blare without shimmering down. Luna lets out another sigh...taking another glimpse at the crowd that was getting out.

'Is Xavier still in there?' She recalls the hooded figure again, unsure who they were, 'Was this EVER's doing? It would make sense,'

Considering that Sylus was the main attraction for this Auction...it could be possible. After all, they are after him too. They must have either caused these explosions as a result of trying to attack him...or maybe.

'Did...they try to lure him out?' Luna pauses, her brows furrow as she thought that. Sylus is powerful, and he could handle himself just fine...but there was always the slight chance of him getting cornered if outsmarted. He was practically immortal...but of course that didn't mean he was invincible. This was the same case as Xavier. 

Luna takes a step back, eyeing the eerie alleyways that stood away from the blazing danger. She had a strange inkling feeling...and even though her heart was about to burst out of her chest from her nerves. Luna moves away from the crowd...following the strange trail of blood that led deeper and deeper into the night city of the N-109 Zone. 

'They've walked quite far...is it Xavier?' She ponders, unable to recognize where she's at. The burning building was miles away from where she walks, the blaring smoke just a small line in the distance. The trail of blood became more and more prominent, the iron stench suffocating her nostrils. Whomever this was...Luna doubt they were alive.

'This much blood...it's impossible...' Luna follows, her steps slower as it echoes in the alley. It seemingly stops in front of a jammed door...a door that lead to a basement of some sort. The bleeding person must have led themselves inside, looking for sanctuary. Luna eyes her surroundings, her heart thumping loudly in her ear. Again that strange inkling feeling was telling her to go inside despite her raging mind telling her not to. It was a game of cat and mouse inside her complicated emotions, and before she could decide when her own body opens the door...her widen eyes staring down at the stairs, the same trickling blood trailing down as if daring her to follow pursuit. 

It is when she takes a step forward, she hears that chilling voice.

"Seems like a rat has found its way into the dragon's lair..."

Luna's body was engulfed in this familiar deep red whip, dragging her down the stairs and into the dark basement. Her body is jagged, tensing at the sheer pressure churning around her. Her eyes remain widen, a cold shiver running down her spine when her quivering melon eyes gaze upon those searing blood eyes...glaring under the flickering lights that illuminate his piercing features.

Luna has finally come face to face with the 4th Male Lead of Love and Deepspace...Sylus. 

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"Seems like a rat has found its way into the dragon's lair..."

Luna's eyes quiver, her words stuck in her throat from the shock. Not once did it cross her mind that the injured individual was Sylus...now she understood why her mind was screaming to not follow the blood trail, that lingering consciousness was warning her. 

She quickly tries to recollect her messed up thoughts, her eyes darting away from his eyes as her nose is filled with the piercing smell of iron. It was much stronger now that she was closer. It is then Luna realizes the situation that Sylus was in.

He was injured, his usual clean outfit was shredded as he was covered with blood. This was definitely the result of a viscous fight, his wounds taking time to heal him. Which means he must have used quite the energy to fend, now stranded here all alone in this unknown basement he crawled into.

'Then...this auction was just a fluke...' Luna frowns, '...it was a trap set for Onychinus...'

"Has your tongue been cut off?" Sylus's perceptive tone cuts her train of thoughts, his energy tightening its hold on her neck. Her hands quickly try to pull away that invisible energy away from her neck, struggling, "I'll just end you here and now,"

Alarmed by his threat, Luna quickly snaps from her shuddering state, "W-Wait!! Wait!!" She hadn't thought this far, nor did she expect to encounter the Male Lead she was much avoiding. 

Luna had to act fast, "I-I'm here to make a deal with you!" She coughs, trying to get her words to make him stop. His energy stops, but it doesn't plan on letting her go just yet. Sylus's attention was piqued, yet he didn't seem surprise by her offer. There must have been one too many scenarios like this one...after all, at death's door does someone show their true colors. Anyone would do anything to stay alive and under Sylus's mercy.

"Well? What can a mere woman like you offer me..." Sylus's gaze falls towards her side, "Are you here to kill me as well?"

His eyes landed on her hidden holster, where her Hunter's pistol stood. Luna grits her teeth, mustering her strength to rip off the strap away from her...the metal weapon hitting the ground besides them with a loud thud. Luna had gotten rid of the only weapon she had to defend herself against Sylus.

Her melon eyes quiver when they meet his, her voice hoarse and low as a whisper, "I'm...not here to hurt you,"

Luna had to prove that she wasn't here to kill him, and by doing so she had to get rid of the pistol. She had to appear harmless in order to receive his mercy.

Luna had to make her comeback fast, time was ticking when it comes to Sylus's mood. She had to guarantee her value, appear as someone who cannot be killed. Luna had to use valuable information,  "The most wanted criminal in the history of Philos...the only one to ever escape the space-time prison, The Supreme Interstellar Starship Tartarus,"

Sylus's body jolts at this, the energy that gripped Luna had begun to shaken up. 

"The...Core within your eye...Eye of Aether," She coughs, trying to not sound nervous,  "...The Gaia Research Center! EVER's research!"

His eyes seemingly glower as she mentioned this, his energy finally dispersing as he brings her closer. It is then the energy rips off the mask covering half her face, forcing her to fully face Sylus without hiding herself.

"You...who are you," Sylus mutters, his eyes squint as he tries to analyze her face. He was finding it hard to see her blurry expression, and the flickering lighting wasn't helping him clear her features. 

Luna saw no point in hiding who she is, after all, being honest with Sylus would help to get him on her side. 

"I'm...Lieutenant Luna of the ALPHA Team fraction in UNICORNS, " She begins, "B-But that's not who I truly am...because I'm actually from another world and I know things that will happen in this world!"

Luna had to put herself around the same level as him, someone who holds valuable intel. Since she knew of upcoming events, Sylus is left with no choice but to spare her. Knowing things he doesn't know makes her life much more valuable.

Now that the big fish has bit the target, it was time to reel him in with the deal.

"I will make you a deal," Luna breath quickens, her heart thumping, "In a couple of weeks...Spring of 2046, you will meet Twins Luke and Kieran. Those boys will become your loyal righthand men,"

Luna draws a shaky sigh, "If my prediction becomes true then you will have to promise me sanctuary here in the N-109 Zone, you won't kill me,"

Sylus scoffs, his face drawing closer towards Luna, "Do you really think I'll believe that? For all I know, you could have sent those two and make them appear to be loyal," There is a cold tremble in his voice, as his expression shows no remorse.

"And you're asking for sanctuary?" He now laughs, a deep sound that emitted inside his throat, "You're asking quite a lot for such meaningless information,"

Luna wasn't going to give up, not when her life was on the line.

"The girl with the Aether core in her heart...the one you've been protecting," Luna saw the way his eyes dilated at the mention,  "3 years from now, she will soon trial as a Hunter and will join my fraction,"

Luna knew that by mentioning MC to them...they would immediately comply and listen. With that information, Sylus had to comply. She knew he's been wanting to meet her, after finding her in the Gaia Research center and saving her. But instead he remains here in the N109 Zone, waiting.

"She will come to the N-109 Zone on her own to find out more about the Aether core within her heart. She will look for you," Luna finally regains the wheel of the deal, "Is that enough or do you want more information?"

Sylus slowly pulls away, his gaze unreadable as he thought about her words. Luna sighs, now finally taking a better look at hi condition up close. She could see the energy around him trying to heal the open wounds around his body...gun shot and open cut wounds. His exposed chest was heaving, it seems like now everything was taking a toll on his body.

She draws a shaky sigh...glad she was spared. 

"Let me heal you..." Luna lifts up her palm towards him, flinching when his sharp gaze glares at her. She avoids his intense glare, "My Evol has healing abilities...so please cooperate with me..."

The rippling water immersed from her palm, a bright blue glow enveloping around them and bringing light. Sylus's eyes reflect the bright color from within her palm, seeing in effect how his wounds began to heal with the dancing waters. A strange phenomenon he's never witnessed with anyone else but himself, her Water Evol was healing him.

Sylus never had anyone else heal him this way, as it was always something he relied to himself. His Energy Evol was all he needed. 

'It's...warm...' There was a lingering warmth, as if the water was embracing him with such tenderness, it was like he was the most fragile thing in the world. He lets out a heaving sigh, welcoming that unfamiliar warmth of hers. It was a strange feeling, and he could even feel his own energy being replenish like a fresh glass of water, his thirst being quenched to the brim.

This blurry woman...who was she exactly?

Sylus's gaze finally moves from her Evol and towards the woman who was healing him. Moments ago, he was seconds of murdering her without remorse. Now...his interest has piqued just slightly. 

And he was now able to see her expression under the glow of her Evol, her bronze skin that glisten with sweat and dirt was illuminated with that blue hue, melon colored eyes focused on her effort into healing him. Her short hair tussled, painting like those bottle of wines he had in his cellar...a deep shade of red and purple. 

Indeed...his interest was quite piqued.

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"Are you hurting anywhere else...?"

Luna quickly skims through his body, all that was left were the scars that she was unable to conceal despite much effort. Even if her Water Evol can restore tissues, there was just so much she could do. Using her Evol has taken quite the toll on her body, feeling a sharp tug inside her head. She wipes the cold sweat off her face with a sigh.

Sylus hums, checking himself from his view. His eyes scan his arm, where the once open wounds and dry blood covered him and is now completely healed from any impurities of his injuries. He could feel this new profound energy coursing through his body.

"Not only does it heal...but it also restores energy," Sylus observes, now peering over at Luna, "...what a useful Evol,"

Luna doesn't pay attention to his words, her body feeling heavy and tired after healing him. She leans against the wall beside him, trying to regain her energy back.

"Those explosions...they were EVER's doing right?" Luna sighs, closing her eyes as the piercing pain continue to grow.

Sylus eyes the woman beside him, his gaze aloof with a slight tinge of mirth. He watches as she slips into a deep slumber without uttering another word. It was strange, Sylus never really paid any mind to other people...since his sole being were only for one person. But this strange woman...whom at first couldn't see her blurry characteristics, has piqued his curiosity. She claims she's not from this world, and she knew intel that even he wasn't aware of.

It was something very interesting for Sylus. Like a cat who had found a trembling mouse and now playing with it. 

'This woman...' He thought, his gaze boring her fatigue expression, '...she will be useful,'

Sylus was looking for someone with similar qualities, and since she bore a decent rank in UNICORNS, it would be easy to go in and go out of Linkon with her help. And if the things about the future turn out to be true...

'Quite useful indeed...'

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Luna awakes with a gasp, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling above. She jolts up, giving herself a sudden headache by her rapid actions. She groans, trying to adjust her fuzzy vision. It is when she realizes where she's at. 

"H-Huh.." Luna blinks, looking at the dark theme room, the furnishing luxurious and breathtaking. She even gasped at the sofa she was sitting on, the cushion making her feel guilty. Luna recognized the rather familiar interior design that belonged to the lavishing Male Lead, especially after witnessing this environment in the game multiple times. She takes cautious steps, careful to not break or touch anything in the room...she knew very well of extremely wealthy Sylus is.

She inches closer towards the large windows, where there she can see the the rest of the city. Luna was in Onychinus's base, a large skyscraper that towers the perilous streets of the N-109 Zone.

"...how long have I been unconscious?" She mutters, eyeing her phone with a frown. It was already a new day. Even though she had rest for the whole night, Luna still felt groggy. The events of last night came flooding through her mind, from the party, Xavier chasing the hooded figure, to finding an injured Sylus and healing him. Indeed, it was one eventful night. 

"Caw! Caw!"

Luna visibly flinches at the rattling noise, turning to come face to face with a familiar looking winged creature. She blinks as she sets her eyes upon the bird that stood in front of the coffee table before her.

"Ah...Mephisto," She lets out a sigh of relief, holding her head, "Man you scared me...why don't you knock on something next time?"

The crow caws at this, tilting his head with a visibly confused face. 

Luna stands up slowly, taking a peak at the room she found herself in. From its interior, it was not Sylus's room, perhaps one of the many guest rooms of the base. She goes to rub her sore shoulders, making her way out of the bedroom and into a dark hall. She needed to leave and meet up with Dr. Xeno as soon as possible.

Luna turns to look back at the metallic crow, tilting her head.

"Do you know where the exit is?"

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'Damn it Mephisto...I trusted you...' Luna deadpans, finding herself seated at a large banquet hall, her eyes being feasted upon the lavishing dishes before her. The aroma filled her nostrils, making her stomach growl in anticipation. She had expected Mephisto to help her out of the base, but instead the bird led her straight here. And right across from her was the man of the hour, his eyes glinting over as he poured himself a fresh glass of wine. 

'Since I'm alive...means he must have accepted my deal,' Luna peers at him slightly, before setting her eyes back at the food, 'If that's the case then why am I here?'

"You should eat," Sylus's tone reels her in, "...this very well might be your last meal,"

'HUh? Why is he threatening me...?' Luna frowns, looking at him. She had thought about their deal last night. Since he let her live and heal him, surely that meant that he accepted her terms. Was she wrong?

Luna's heart stutters, "I thought we had come to an agreement—"

His fingers pick up the utensils, beginning to cut neatly the well cooked steak that was displayed elegantly on his plate. He focused on his meal, yet his voice was directed towards the woman across from him. 

"The deal may have been set, but there are still some factors I am not quite convinced," Sylus began, taking a bite of the meat. Of course, Sylus needed much more proof that just her words. Even if Luna had healed him and revealed herself, he had room to doubt her words. He wasn't to trust her so easily, but if a deal were to start...it had to benefit either party. Sylus needed intel and Luna needed sanctuary here in the N-109 zone. There was a saying, keep your friends close but your enemies closer...and Sylus will abide to that rule. Keeping her close was his best bet, he could use a little entertainment for the time being. 

"I will give you exactly 3 years," 

Luna looks up, a look of surprised coloring her face. Sylus gaze meet hers, his nonchalant smirk blooming with confidence.

"Until the woman with the Aether Heart shows up here at Onychinus as you predicted, you can stay here in Onychinus's base whenever you want," He tilts his head, a slight red glow on his right eye glimmer under the dim lights, "Though I can't promise I won't kill you within those years, well, as long as you don't give me a reason to,"

His gaze shifts, urging a cold shiver to pass Luna's spine when she felt those keen eyes of his glare at her. 

"But if your prediction fails, you will pay the price with your life," 

Luna's hand tremble under his repugnant eyes, her heart thumping against her chest at his abiding warning. She knew that her prediction wouldn't fail her, but Luna couldn't help but feel anxious. Sylus had accepted the deal she's proposed, but there was the fact that if she were to make a suspicious mistake it would be over. If that were the case, Luna had to be honest at fault in order to gain Sylus's trust.

"I will tell you everything I know..." Luna begins with a shaky sigh, "I won't keep any secrets from you...not now...not ever,"

Sylus dryly chuckles, as if he were mocking her statement, "We'll see to it then,"

She was glad that both have come to a mutual agreement. That was all the clarity Luna needed before she continues her search. Since Sylus was her temporary ally for the next 3 years, she needed to use her time wisely before MC shows up. Once she finds a way back home, she's not going to look back.

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"Since you're a Lieutenant, you must know a thing or two of personal combat,"  

Again, Luna had found herself in this uncomfortable situation. She stood with newly appointed clothing she had not ask for, an attire that was easy to move around unlike the dress she had wore for the event. They were in a overly familiar boxing ring she had recognized in the game's event, both Sylus and Luna reside inside while Mephisto stood in a reasonable distance but close enough to witness. 

Luna sweats, peering nervously at Sylus, 'He's not...planning to spar with me right?'

Sylus flexes his hands, massaging his wrist with a focused look. 

'Right???'

His red eyes peer over at Luna, who flinches when she meets his shrewd gaze. He didn't heed her nervous state, and instead gets ready into a relax stance. Mephisto could be seen croaking, as if he was cheering for his owner.

Sylus cracks his neck, "I haven't had a sparring partner in a good while, so let's make this worth our time," His muscles flex under the beaming light, his expression aloof, facing a sweaty & terrified Luna. 

"Let's see how strong a hunter such as yourself is,"

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"You live up to your rank, Lieutenant--"

A jagged sigh escapes Luna's lips, sweat passing her face as she brings up her forearm to defend herself at Sylus's approaching fist. She cringes at his swing, the force of his hit making her steady her stance. His strength truly showed no bounds, and he was not going easy on her. And she had started to regret ever agreeing to spar with him. (Not like she had any other choice).

"Not bad," He huffs, he as well drenched with sweat. Taking a couple of steps back when Luna had strived for a combination of kicks and swings. Both had agreed on a friendly spar, with no usage of their Evol.

'The only reason I can keep up is because of this body's instincts,' Luna wipes the sweat off her forehead. She had always relied on this body's instincts every time she comes into battle, it's the sole reason why she's even here alive in the first place. If it weren't for the Old Luna's previous experiences, she would have been killed a long time ago. The muscles on her body were starting to ache, tensing every time she makes a sharp jab. She didn't count the hours they have spent inside this ring, but now she was tired of it. On the other hand, Sylus seemed to be more energetic than before.

Luna takes a brief glance at the lingering clock, taking time into consideration. 

"Stay focus," At his tone, Luna felt her body flip over in a matter of seconds. She closes her eyes when her back hits the mat with a loud thud. Luna groans in pain, slowly opening her eyes once the pain overlaps her entire body. Her melon like eyes waver, flinching when she comes face to face with Sylus's aloof expression. 

It is then she realized the awkward position they were in. His large frame towering her, trapping her right under him, his forearm pressed against her neck firmly...if this were real battle, Luna would have lost her life. 

Sylus lets out a soft snort, "You should never take your eyes off of your enemy, no matter what," He presses his forearm further, urging Luna to cringe at the pain, "Even if they deem themselves weak, never turn your back,"

At his final statement, he finally pulls away. Luna sprung upwards, coughing and wiping the drool off her lips. Her chest heaves, regaining her composure and taking sharp breathes of air. Sylus takes hold of a dry towel, damping it with his sweat.

"How long do you plan on staying here?" He massages his neck, draping the towel over his shoulders. Mephisto nears closer towards Sylus, landing on the ring's cords and perks up. Luna groggily stands up, flinching when her muscles tense at each movement. She deadpans when she watches Sylus drink his thirst as he dried himself while she stays damp & thirsty. 

Luna eyes the clock again, "I wanted to meet up with Philip,"

Sylus's face seemingly churns at the mention of the Ex-researcher of EVER. His lips part but he decides not to speak, almost like he answered his own question. He takes another sip of his drink, muttering to himself, "So you even know about Philip..."

"He's an ex-researcher of EVER, so maybe he knows a few peculiar stuff about reincarnation and whatnot, " Luna explains, "...Perhaps Philip can help me with my ongoing research,"

Sylus doesn't say anything at first, thinking to himself for a brief moment. After clearing his mind, he finally looks back at Luna.

"Get ready. We'll be leaving in an hour,"

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Luna had explained to Sylus about her ongoing research about reincarnation and transmigration. She could tell he was skeptical about her words, as he still couldn't quite trust her alibi about her being from another world. Yet, it explains why she knew so much. Sylus had decided not to ask any more questions. 

Since she came from another world, naturally so, she would look for any type of intel that can lead her to the path of going back to her original world. At this rate, any type of information was valuable to Luna. Once she gets intel from Philip, she will go and meet with Dr. Xeno as promised. 

Her heart raced within her chest as she stood face to face with the familiar shop, Odd Workshop. Both Sylus and Luna had parked their engines nearby, setting their eyes upon the shop. Sylus doesn't wait for Luna, as he walks towards the shop casually like he owned the place. (Well he did) Luna quickly sets her helmet down and follows pursuit behind his taller silhouette. Once inside, Philip's voice greets him upon his arrival. 

"Ah, Mister Sylus, " He's quick to meet Sylus, greased covered hands holding various tools, he appeared to have been working on something. He doesn't notice Luna presence, as he busies himself reporting the current process of the projects Sylus had put him in charge of. Instead, Luna takes a quick peek around the shop...recognizing the setting just like in the main story branch. She finds herself staring at the armory area, the weapons all enhanced differently and modified with Protocores she had not ever seen registered. Indeed, Philip's work is admirable. It was the kind of stuff that she needed to report to UNICORNS, but she wasn't exactly a loyal Hunter in that matter. 

'I wonder if I can take one...' Luna muses, though she didn't dare to touch it as much as she wanted to. 

"Lieutenant," 

Luna perks at Sylus's heed, turning to see the two of them peering her way. She approaches once again, now offering a shaking hand to Philip's surprised expression. 

"Lieutenant Luna from ALPHA Team in UNICORNS," She introduces herself, nodding at the middle aged man, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Philip,"

Philip seems rather surprised by her introduction, almost stiff since she introduced her rather impressionable position. He takes on her firm handshake, a bit flustered. 

"A-Ah...yes. Nice to meet--" Philip blinks, now paying closer attention towards the woman before him, "--Huh? Have we meet before Miss?"

Luna too blinks, Philip's words catching her off guard. She watches as his gaze observes her with a contemplating look, as if he was trying to remember something from his past. 

Philip hums, "Strange...you seem familiar Miss," He thinks again, frowning.

'Has the original Luna interacted with Philip before?' Luna muses, she too thinking. She was unaware of the things the previous Luna did with her life, as she had no fragments nor memories of her past. But despite his speculation, Philip seems to move past it with a head shake.

"Mr. Sylus told me you needed me for something," He straightens his back, his free hand showing off his workshop, "If you need anything, feel free to ask and take," 

He was offering his life commitment work to Luna, but she wasn't really here for the cool trinkets despite the alluring offer. She takes a final peek at the weapons before back to Philip. She mentally prepares herself for the long explanation.

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"Is...that even possible?" Philip's disbelief cuts the silence after hearing Luna's full story. It was a tough pill to swallow. His expression showed utter astonishment, leaning against the table as he thought to himself. Sylus was seated comfortably at the rolling chair while Luna had started to write down everything she knew. 

"In this world, the game officially sets in the year 2048, 3 years from now. I only know the stuff that is provided as the game progresses," Luna finishes up her notes, "I am willing to offer intel about EVER's future actions as long as you guys are willing to help me return back to my world,"

Philip nods, "Of course, I can ask around,"

Sylus was surprisingly silent, his slender fingers fidgeting with a small trinket that Philip had lying around. His mind was lingering, but he kept those thoughts to himself, his gaze peering curiously at the notes Luna had scattered with her messy and rushed handwriting. 

"EVER's attack won't stop here, they will continue their pursuit in the future," She faces Philip, "I hope these notes can benefit Onychinus,"

Philip takes the note she offers him, his smile never faltering, "Thank you. I look forward to working with you Lieutenant,"

It is then Luna parts ways with the members of Onychinus, Mephisto being the kind fellow to guide her out of the base. Once her presence had left the shop, Philip turns towards his boss, tilting his head with an awaiting look.

Sylus could sense his gaze, now flicking away the trinket from his hand,. After so long, he finally spoke, "She's useful no? Even though I don't quite trust her, I'll keep her around since the information she carries is of value," 

"Well, if what she says about EVER is true. Then we need to take into consideration about our next move now," Philip peeks at the notes, "What will our plan be Mr. Sylus?"

Sylus lets out a stifled chuckle, his eyes finding their way towards the metallic doors of the workshop, where a certain Hunter had walked out of. Her retreating silhouette had lingered in his mind, unable to look away for some off reason. 

"We'll proceed with a counter attack,"

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"I'll see you around Mephisto,"

Luna waves goodbye at the retreating crow, she was at the edges of the city and up ahead she could see her private ride she had requested to Linkon. Before she could enter when she takes another long lasting glance at the starless city of N-109 Zone, this place will be her sanctuary for the next 3 years. Until then, Luna hopes to have already found a way back home and out of this game's disastrous plot.

This wasn't her story...this wasn't her life. It was only right for Luna to return to where she actually belongs. 

She had thought about Xeno's theory in his article, the theory about her being the one to fulfill the void the OG Luna couldn't accomplish. If that were the case, in theory, Luna did not want anything to do with whatever it may be. The game's settings were already stressful enough as it is, and Luna only knew so much from her previous timeline. She was scared but she was determined to get out no matter the cause.

The OG Luna...whomever she may be, the current Luna did not want anything to do with her life.

'3 years...I just need to endure for 3 years...' A glint of determination swims within the depths of Luna's melon like eyes, it was an expression that was seemingly longed forgotten after spending these five wearisome months in this game. She had finally found her motivation.

'I can do this,'

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Luna follows the map on her GPS, guided by the path towards the outskirts of Linkon City, a rural and much more serene area with fresh air. But it only took her far, as she had lost signal halfway through her travel. Now she was here, left stranded alone in the middle of this unknown town. 

'Damn it...Am I lost...?' She deadpans, her eyes straining as she eyes the nearby shops, trying to find Dr. Xeno's shop. It is then she gazes at an elderly couple, who struggled to carry in their supply inside their bakery shop. Luna nears closer, her presence quickly catching their attention. 

"Need a hand?"

One by one, Luna carries the boxes inside the bakery, her nostrils were now filled with the freshly coated scent of the pastries. She takes a peek, the shop fairly small, but it was cozy and had this nostalgic feel to it. The elderly couple, despite their age, continue to busy themselves in this small shop. Luna slightly admire their dedication.

"Oh thank you so much dear," The older lady smiles, going over to lightly pat Luna's shoulders, "It must have been quite heavy,"

"It's okay," Luna shakes her head, already at the entrance of the shop. Since she was already here, she asked about Dr. Xeno's Shop. According to them, the shop was right down at the end of the town, it was the only shop that was isolated on a small hill.

She thanked them for their guidance, and she was then bombarded with pastries and snacks of their bakery. Despite her refusal for their generosity, the elderly couple were very persistent, very. 

Once again, she found herself being engulfed with various snacks. 

'Deja Vu...' She silently deadpans.

In a small town like this one, words spread like a wildfire. And now Luna found herself doing meticulous tasks that the elderly have asked her to do. She could only sweat with a defeated look as she finally picked up the cat that had found itself stuck on a tree. After helping the last elderly, it is then she had taken notice of the town's situation.

'There's only elderly people here...I don't see any of the young folk,' It dawns on her why they were seeking for her help with this normal tasks. Because of their age, they were unable to due certain things. And even though she was a little annoyed that she was going to be late to meet up with Dr. Xeno, she couldn't bring herself to reject their favors...especially with how their expressions beam with life.

And again, she was hoarded with even more snacks. 

'Damn it...I really have to learn how to say no,' Luna grits, heading her way up the hill where she could see the shop she had recognized from the GPS picture. It was a small yet cute wooden shop, surrounded by the wilderness, green vines circling the walls, wildlife scurrying away at her presence. Indeed, the shop felt like it has come from a fantasy novel.

Luna pushes her way into the door, the bell of the shop announcing her presence. The scent of wood and a hint of dust engulfs her nostrils, her eyes peering around the rather quiet shop. Luna blinks, taking a couple of steps in.

"Dr. Xeno? It's me Lieutenant Luna,"

She could hear a couple of steps creak within the old wooden flooring, and she turns to the sound. She had expected to be greeted with the sight of an elderly man so to speak, Dr. Xeno. But instead, Luna's melon colored eyes were slightly shaken at the familiar pair of equally surprised earthly eyes that hid behind his lenses. 

Both stiffen, not expecting to see each other. 

"Zayne...?" Luna was the first to speak, out of all things, not expecting the 3rd Male Lead to be here in this remote shop far away from his usual outings. From her knowledge, the soon to be Chief Surgeon was stationed in SkyHaven with Dr. Noah. Why was he here in the rural of Linkon City?

"I am covering for Dr. Xeno at the moment," Zayne goes to fix his glasses that rest at the bridge of his nose, "He has stepped out briefly because of an emergency. He'll be back soon,"

'How soon will that be...?' Luna silently deadpans, eyeing the shop. There was no point in turning away now, she would have to wait until Dr. Xeno returns.

Zayne stood there, his gaze solely on her, more specifically, at the pastries that were in her arms. His lips part, as if trying to tell her something, but at last he remains stoic & quiet. But his eyes do not waver. 

'Ah...I have almost forgotten about his sweet tooth...' Luna deadpans, seeing the way his eyes glimmer at the snack in her hands. She could only offer him.

"Take some...I'm not going to eat them all anyway,"

Zayne stiffens at her words. He seemed to have wanted to accept her offer quickly, but instead he goes over to cough in his hand, while fixing his lenses again, "Well...if that's the case,"

There was this lingering awkwardness between the two, and Luna had started to become even more tense than she already was. She places the snacks on a nearby table, letting Zayne choose whichever one in the pile of pastries and goods. Luna had never seen Zayne looks so conflicted on what to choose, it had made her almost want to admit his cute antics...but she stops herself from thinking such thing.

'Enough...I need to focus,' Luna scolds herself, now peering the rest of the shop, her eyes trailing the large wooden aisles that were filled with books. She found herself standing before the bookshelves, reading their names one by one. Some books were seemingly worn-out showing its usage for many decades, while some were covered with dust with out new they were. Her bronze fingers lift up to touch the edges of the books, recognizing their rough surfaces.

It is then when her gaze falls upon a rather strange book. 

'Time...and Dimensions?' Luna blinks, feeling a strange tug in her heart as she goes to carefully pull the book off from its position. It was covered with dust, and Luna carefully brushes the particles with her hand. The front cover is finally presented before her, and she stares at it. Her eyes linger specifically towards the name of the author, frowning at the strange Pen Name.

"The...Owl...?" Luna mutters, in her peripheral vision she could see Zayne across, he who stood on the other side of the bookshelf. He perks when he senses her gaze. He's not flustered, and instead looks at the book she holds in her hand, he recognizes it. 

Zayne hums, "It quite an interesting book, I highly recommended if you're into theories about past lives and such," He brings his earthly gaze back to meet hers, Luna is shocked when he mentioned the latter. 

"Past lives?" Luna looks down at the book, quickly opening the first page and scanned. Indeed, it was a book filled with theories...it was the kind of book she's been looking for her research. Luna lets out a delighted sigh, a smile almost making its way towards her face. Indeed, it was the right decision to come here.

"There's another book by the same author,"

Luna hadn't realized when Zayne came and stood beside her...his radiating warmth making her tense at how close he got. His taller form stands within her radar, as his gaze scans the upper section of the bookshelf. After finding the said book he mentioned, his long arm stretches and picks up the book with such ease.

"Alter and Persona," Zayne's unusually mirth like gaze lingers at Luna, offering the book to her. 

"It's also an interesting book..."

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Luna eyes both books in her hands, though intrigued by their theories...she was mostly curious about the Author's Pen Name; The Owl. There was this strange linger in her heart as she read that conspicuous name. 

"Does the author have any more books like these two?" Luna wonders. Zayne ponders for a moment at her question, his eyes scanning the rest of the bookshelf.

"Not that I'm aware of," Zayne's gaze returns back to her, he scans her face at this distance...unable to look away. He found it odd, he had seemingly forgotten the way Luna looked until now.

Her once blurry expression has now filled the void in his vision. She had this mesmerizing glow that he couldn't comprehend. 

Zayne wasn't the type to easily forget people, especially with his field in work. He was a pursuing doctor, of course he needed to remember each of his patients face and name. Even his heart remembers the patients who had died a long time ago...

'Strange..why is she the only one I cannot fathom?' Zayne tenses, uncomfortable with the fact. 

'Especially someone like her...' 

As far as Zayne knew, Lieutenant Luna was a well respected UNICORNS Hunter, and many have recently admired her viral work. Not to mention, that Evol he couldn't bring himself to forget, the warmth embracing his cold front whenever he found himself unable to control his Evol. Though he had only encountered this warmth twice, he couldn't forget.

"Lieutenant--" But before Zayne could say something when the chiming bell from the front elevates their attention. It was soon followed by a older gruff voice.

"Ah...you must be the Hunter that Greyson mentioned. The Lieutenant right?"

Luna and Zayne see the older man enter. Based on his elderly appearance and rough demeanor, with these clues Luna had concluded that this man was non other than the owner of the shop & retired Professor by the name of Dr. Xeno. Luna quickly greets the older man, her eyes beaming as she finally meet the man who might know the answers to her situation. She pays her respects at the professor, "Sorry for the unexpected visit Dr. Xeno. My name is Luna,"

Dr. Xeno accepts her firm handshake, "Greyson praised you quite a bit Miss," He seemingly eyes her with a teasing smile.

"Are you two perhaps??" Dr. Xeno hints, wondering about Luna's and Dr. Greyson's relationship. Luna quickly catches onto his words, correcting the older man.

"N-No...we're simply acquaintances," Luna coughs, trying to not create a misunderstanding. But the older man's smile doesn't falter, and it seems to grow only wider at her denial. 

"Ah...is that so~" He teases despite her refusal. 

Just as she's about to correct him again when Zayne reaches out to pick up the plants out of his hands. His earthly eyes reflect the colors of the green plants, as he inspects them carefully. 

"So this was the emergency case you mentioned about Dr. Xeno," Zayne peers between the plants and the older man. Dr. Xeno laughs at this, as if he were caught red handed. Zayne doesn't scold him and instead let's out a soft sigh.

"Should I plant them at the front?"

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Luna and Dr. Xeno were left alone at the shop. The older man had offered her a warm drink in which she had to comply despite refusing. 

'They can't take no for an answer...' Luna drinks her tea with a defeated look. They found themselves much deeper inside the shop, more specifically, in Dr. Xeno's office. Just like the rest of the shop, it had this tinge smell of old wood and this lingering smell of fresh eucalyptus. 

It is then he takes notice of the books in her hands, there was this lingering woe in his eyes, "...Are you a fan of The Owl?" 

Luna peers at the books in her hands, "Ah...well," She seemingly hesitates about what to say. She frowns at her thoughts, she had came here for one reason and one reason alone so there was no need to be getting cold feet. And so, with a anxious heart she babbles. 

"I know this might sound crazy...but I'm actually not from this world," 

There was a lingering silence, Dr. Xeno's eyes blinking as Luna deadpans. 

She had planned to carefully explain her situation but she went on ahead and blurted out the most confusing words ever. Luna wanted to scream into a ditch, her gaze is avoidant, as she coughs to clear up the awkwardness, "Let me explain... I'm not--"

"--Lying?" Dr. Xeno finishes her sentence urging her to look with a surprised look and she found herself more dumbfounded when Dr. Xeno was smiling at her softly. Luna was utterly confused by his rather calm reaction. He lets out a tired sigh, carefully sitting down his rolling chair as he ushers Luna to follow pursuit with the other chair in the office.

"I can tell you're an honest lady. And it's pretty unreasonable to lie about something like that, so you don't need to explain " Dr. Xeno starts, "Then, you came here to see me when you read the article I wrote,"

Luna nods carefully, sitting down, "Y-Yeah...I just thought that maybe you can help me find a way to go back to my world," She gulps, still unsure how Dr. Xeno didn't even question her, "But...how can you trust me so easily?"

It was obvious that Luna would doubt him, in fact, she had found it quite suspicious. Wouldn't anyone question something like this? 

Dr. Xeno says nothing for a while, as if lost in his thoughts. His tired gaze, eyes filled with many experiences linger towards the window outside, "A long time ago...there was someone who told me those same exact words," He chuckles dryly, his smile tainted with a saunter lament, as if recalling a distant memory, "They claimed they had...reincarnated into this body, that they have come from another world far much different than ours," 

Luna could only listen, this unexpected turn of events truly shocking her. Then...the words in his article were inspired by someone else's experiences. There was someone else like her.

"Back then...I wasn't sure what they meant. And I didn't believe them...they--" Dr. Xeno stops himself, his smile falters, eyes wavering from recalling. His wrinkled hand reaches out to rub his eyes.  "From then on...I vowed to find the answer to that question,"

Dr. Xeno's gaze linger towards the books in Luna's hands, his eyes boring with much longing like before, "That person...they were the ones who wrote those books,"

Luna gasps, her eyes filled with hope, "Then! Are they...?!" But she stops herself when Dr. Xeno's eyes are filled with solemn. It was then she understood his expression, it wasn't hard to decipher. Luna's gaze cast down, staring at the books in her hands. Even though she wanted to apologize, she couldn't bring herself to say it. 

Dr. Xeno reaches towards his chest, where a pulls a strange looking key. With that his hands pull the drawer and presses down into the notebook inside, and click, opens up a new passage. He then inserts the key, exposing an electric folder. 

"For so many years, I have traveled around the world for anything related to transmigration through dimensions," He pulls the electric folder and places it over the desk towards Luna's view. These documents were meant for someone else, and were hidden for so many years and collecting dust. But now, after decades...they were finally going to be put into use, "These papers have been sitting here for far too long...I hope you can find use to them,"

Luna hesitates but nonetheless carefully picks up the folder. Her melon like eyes waver at the sight. 

"I...I don't know how to thank you," She breaths, her usually tense shoulders feel like they have been released from the heavy tension. Ever since coming into this world, there was nothing that she could rely on. Luna had always felt like she was enclosed in a unbreakable cage, shackles confined her soul into the unknown body of NPC Lieutenant Luna. For many months, she had tried to find the answers towards her arrival, why she was here...but now. 

'This folder...might have the answers I seek for,'

Dr. Xeno peers at Luna, his mind too running with questions, but he chooses to worry about her instead, "It must have been hard trying to adjust to your current body huh? Your Family must be worried..."

Luna stiffens, "Family...?"

Dr. Xeno blinks, a bit taken aback by her reaction, "Hm? Are they not...?"

'Weird...why haven't I?' Luna ponders with a equally shock look, 'Now that he mentioned it...when I was hospitalized the only person who visited was the Captain...no one else did,'

Luna had also forgotten about that important factor. The Original Luna's Family and Friends...but ever since she got possessed into this body 5 months ago not once had Luna run into such people. No calls, no show ups...nothing. And the large private condo she was currently living in had no signs of anyone else being in her life, no family photos or anything else in the matter. It indeed was strange. Lieutenant Luna, a respectable senior in the ALPHA team of UNICORNs fraction...did not have anyone whom deem important to her. Was she an orphaned? That was the only plausible answer.  

And even when she had previously tried to secretly investigate Original Luna's lifestyle in order to blend in, she found nothing. It was like she had lived an invisible life...

Like a dead person. 

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"Did she perhaps have a diary somewhere? It's not uncommon for people to write down their experiences,"

At Dr. Xeno's words Luna seemingly tenses. His questions have echoed her complicated mind, and it was putting her on a edge. Luna hadn't thought about it that way, mostly because her desire on wanting to go home was much more grand. 

"Have you checked her phone for anything? Previous history searches?" Dr. Xeno continues.

Luna looks away, unsure, "I...don't know..."

Dr. Xeno analyzes her troubled expression, and he lets out a quiet sigh, "Looks like you need time for yourself. We'll end this conversation for the day," He wrinkled expression smiles at Luna, going over to give her a tight hug.

"We'll keep in touch later, you should rest,"

Luna nods despite the million questions flooding her head. She takes a peek at the window, seeing the sun have started to set to get ready for its slumber. Dr. Xeno smile is solemn, as if he were recalling something,  "Miss...I understand you want to return to your real world...but perhaps you came here for a reason,"

He too looks at the window, the sun glow kissing their skins, "In this precious life of ours, we all have a purpose...so you coming here is not a mistake,"

His words from the article flash her mind briefly.

'But if you suddenly wake up in another person's body...perhaps you are there to fulfill the void they were unable to accomplish...'

Luna's chest tightens unexpectedly at this, as if this body was responding to Dr. Xeno's words. It was an uncomfortable feeling that has been locked shut in the deep depths of Luna's heart...and it was thumping slowly and steady in this dark void like a forgotten fragment. But Luna had disregarded that emotion.

Whatever the original Luna's goal may be...she did not want anything to do with them.

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Luna had found herself buying the books despite Dr. Xeno's denial. It was only respectful if she were to buy them rather than receive them as a gift. And according to Dr. Xeno, this set was the only existing ones...of course it made sense if she were to pay a large sum for such valuable books. And she did. 

She exists the store with a final wave, where she then sees a rather peculiar sight at the yard of the store. Luna had forgotten momentarily about Zayne's presence. His dark silhouette lingering and working around the small garden was quite an intriguing sight indeed. Despite facing his back to her, his gaze quickly catches on to her, making her flinch. 

He eyes the bag in her hand as he approaches, "So you decided to buy them," 

Up close, Luna had took note of his dampen attire. He clothes where ruffled from the sweat and dirt of planting the flowers. His sleeves were rolled up, where the slight visible scars were present caused by his uncontrollable Evol. The sight made her heart squeeze out of empathy. He senses her wavering gaze, going to swiftly pull down the sleeves to cover himself. At his actions. Luna felt slightly guilty for looking, and goes to cough.

'Of course I made him uncomfortable...' Luna averts her gaze, ashamed,  "Y-Yeah...my business here is done so I will be leaving..."

Luna deadpans at her words, 'Why am I telling him all this??'

Zayne peers at the watch on his wrist with a flick, it indeed has gotten quite late. His mind lingers back at the morning news, remembering the rise of unexpected Wanderers around night. Before his lips could open to offer her a ride back to Linkon when Luna had already walked ahead...her silhouette like a small shadow from a distance. 

His earthly eyes linger that untouchable form, a woman that seem so close yet so very far. Her Evol warm like the spring sun...while the rest of her felt like that piercing winter he's grown used to. It was quite an interesting assortment, this Lieutenant he has come to encounter many times now. A strange woman whom he seemingly always forgets once she's out of his sight...but when she comes back into his life, like a blazing carnation...Zayne could not look away.

But until then...her blurry face was all that was left engraved into his memory.

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The barely dim room that stood above all, as it only light source were the glaring lights of the dance floor below. It was a secluded booth, but within the VIP lounge were two very well hidden individuals. One whose flickering coral like eyes, bitterly cold as it matched the owner's aloof expression while the other hid behind the shadows of the room.

The dark silhouette speaks, his gaze solely at his endearing client who happens to be quite a renowned artist, "I didn't think your gaze could advert to someone else...did your type change?"

Right before them, a table has in display various hidden photos taken by the familiar looking Lieutenant along with some files. The other man with coral like eyes scan the written files, now a frown settling on his expression before tossing the papers aside. He felt a sense of Deja Vu with his words. 

"Don't ask unnecessary questions," He turns to glare, "And I thought I had explicitly instructed for more information. These files are useless,"

The other man seemingly sighs when he watches his hardwork being discarded away. He eyes the photos again, his mind comparing the two woman his client had requested information as of late. Though this recent woman was someone entirely different from the other girl, which is why he asked the prior question. But he recognized that his client was a hot-tempered fellow, but that didn't stop him from helping him.

He adjusts his posture, "Unfortunately this is all the information I could get, and it wasn't easy," His eyes glance briefly at his client, "And even someone with many channels like yourself, the information is limited. I'm sure you realized that,"

It was indeed true. 

The renowned artist by the name of Rafayel, despite his status & connections, was unable to collect further information than intended. It was like an impenetrable force was preventing them from digging any deeper into Luna's information. It was strange. 

"I'm not exactly sure why you're interested in someone like that...but I suggest you stop here," At his words, Rafayel peeks at the man that sat before him, though the darkness had his expression hidden away...he could tell by his tone that his expression was serious. 

"One of my informants was killed in the process, which means there is someone who is above both of us...someone with an undeniable power to control her information,"

Rafayel had suspected much. But that only made him more curious about this Lieutenant who claimed to be from another world. And seeing the man before him being shaken up by this had only trickled the surface of his curiosity. Rafayel's interest has been piqued after such a long time, he who only served his purpose for his unparalleled bride...has taken an interest for somebody else. 

Of course it was only just a speck of his curiosity and that was all it was. It's not everyday he's meet someone who claims that they're not from this world, not to mention, she knew so much about him. He was alarmed at first, he had thought she was from that notorious group that had done unforsaken things towards Lumerians years ago...he had made sure to wipe every living bastard. But with the current information that was given to him, they were no connections.

He was still a tad bit hostile towards that bland woman, it wasn't as bad as before. She had given him valuable information about his bride, so Rafayel had to give her some credit. But it didn't hurt him to be careful...after all, humans have always been so deceitful.

 The sea was filled with all sorts of fishes, some big while most were small & unaware. The big fishes were the ones Rafayel was concerned about...and of what the other said about there being a powerful person hiding behind the Lieutenant was true. Then it could only mean one thing...

'I must lure them out of their veil...'

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"This place still gives me the creeps..."

Upon her return, Luna had taken Dr. Xeno's advice. She uses her extended break to finally inspect the place where she currently resides and calls home. Despite living here in this grand condo for six dreadful months, she always felt uncomfortable.

It was eerily empty...as if no one lived here. 

There were no photos hanging, nor interior decorations other than the sofa & dining table. The curtains that were always shut tightly were open, showing the snowy landscape of the bustling city of Linkon.

"Was the original Luna a shut-in?" She mutters. It made some sense after viewing her home and considering her previous reputation in the Hunter's Association...the Original Luna was unsociable and inconspicuous. Which made things a bit more easier for current Luna at first, but now...If she wanted to know more, it was going to be challenging.

Luna eyes the tank she had installed, the only source of interior that gave life to this vacant condo. Her eyes linger towards the fish, it's vibrant scales in contrast to the rest of the dull home.

'Well...with the way everything is...I doubt there's going to be a diary...' Luna muses with a sigh, as she feeds the small fish who happily does spins in return.

She had searched everywhere, well all except for a door with a strange pin pad lock. Luna stands before it was a conflicted look, trying to mediate in hopes that the original body could input the code out of instinct. But after minutes and minutes of standing, there was no result. 

'Whatever may be behind this door...lies the truth...' 

This door that remain shut in a mystery...will it reveal everything about the original owner? Maybe answers to her reincarnation into this gacha game? Luna could only speculate from within, staring at the pin pad with an unsettled frown. Should she just break the lock?

'Damn it...' Luna sighs, ruffling her messy hair. Despite thinking so, she couldn't bring herself to forcibly enter the locked room...rather than she couldn't...she was afraid of what she'll find inside.

Her heart was thumping, while the palms of her hands were sweaty with nerves. The body was reacting in a way that made Luna uncomfortable. Perhaps this door was meant to be shut for a reason.

Whatever lies inside...Luna was unsure if she was prepared to know the truth about the Original Luna.

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"Lieutenant Luna! Lieutenant Luna!! May I have a word with you!?"

Being back after her extended break, Luna had expected to arrive her workplace without a problem...but was bombarded with questions at the very entrance of UNICORNS. And she was the only one being bothered while the rest of her colleagues just watch her struggle with the stranger.

"Can I help you with something...?" Luna frowns, going over to run her fingers through her messy hair. It was too early for these many questions...and his energy was making her mood worsen.

The man beams when she takes on his attention, and he quickly takes out his business card, offering it to her. Upon her retrieval, the man finally introduces himself. 

"My name is Ricardo from Bogue Magazines! I have come here in hopes to convince you to appear on our upcoming month's---"

"--Absolutely not,"

With that, the reporter was left standing at the entrance of UNICORNS with a confused expression. 

Luna quickly ushers to get into the elevator, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw the security stop the persistent reporter who called out to her frankly. Her shoulders slump, feeling a familiar headache surge within her. 

"Damn it...now my head hurts," Luna clicks her tongue, finding her seat at the Lieutenant's office. She didn't think that a few viral videos would make her get a spot on a magazine. Besides, she didn't want to stand out any more than she needed to. She eyes the pile of paperwork that lay hauntingly on top of her desk, which made her frown even more. With another defeated sigh, Luna gets ready to inspect the workload she had accumulated during her break.

'Looks like I'll be putting overtime again...'

Before she could grab a folder when the work phone interrupted her train of thoughts. From the buttons, she could see that it was a transferred call from the front desk. Had someone requested for her? She had thought back about the reporter, now hesitant to answer the call. After letting it ring a couple of time, she finally decides to pick up the call. 

Luna answers, "This is Lieutenant Luna--"

"--It's been a while Lt."

Luna had never hung up a phone so fast in her life. She felt her heart jump out of her chest, hand clutching her thumping chest. The work phone rings again, making Luna's face churn with panic. 

'WHY IS SYLUS CALLING ME HERE?!!' Luna internally screeches, 'IS HE TRYING TO GET US KILLED?!'

The ominous ringing suddenly stops but it leads to her personal phone ringing this time. She flinches as the Unknown ID caller illuminates her phone.

'...that's Sylus...right?' Luna sweats nervously, her shaky hands carefully pulling up her phone. She answers softly, "Y-Yeah...?" 

"Why did you hang up, Lieutenant?" 

Luna flinches at Sylus's tone, coughing as she thought about a good excuse, "I-Isn't it obvious!?" She whispers yells, looking around in case someone was eavesdropping, "You're calling at UNICORNS! The calls here are recorded!!"

A sigh leaves his lips, as he is seen in a strange warehouse of some sort. There was a gurgling man beneath him, crawling away from the very man who did this to him. Sylus watches him with an disinterested look, still on the call with the Lieutenant he's been trying to contact for a while. With his other free hand, his fingers tinker with a altered weapon. Unlike him, the Lieutenant on the other line was panicking.

He stares down at the trembling man before him, the red glow on his right eye emitting such an ominous aura, "You left me with no choice but to call in to your workplace, you've been ignoring my calls,"

At this, Luna recalls various numbers calling her but she ignores them since they weren't registered on her phone. She silently sweats at this, all this time it was Sylus calling her?

"I'm sorry...I don't answer unknown numbers..." Luna mutters quietly, looking to the side with a tinge of guilt as she could hear Sylus scoff from the other line. 

"Well you should start answering them now, because I won't be calling by this number again," 

At that, Luna could hear a loud gurgling scream...she can only assume he was calling her in a middle of his work. Well should she consider that work? Luna could only speculate that the unfortunate man was either one who had an unsuccessful deal, or a member of EVER. She keeps her lips sealed, after all, it was not her business to know about Sylus's affairs.

"Also...Mephisto will stop by at your place to deliver something. Will call you later,"

Before Luna can utter a sound when the line was cut, Sylus had ended the call just like that. She deadpans...finding herself lounging at her chair with a drained expression. His words echo her mind, feeling a tad bit weary about why he would call her back. Her mind runs, the only thing possible is that Sylus had a favor in mind...or did he change his mind about their deal?

'I have a bad feeling about this...' Luna cringes, her reoccurring headache piercing her mind even more. She didn't want to think any more, and so she buried herself in the pile of paperwork for the rest of the day. Besides, she had other things to worry about right now. 

By the time the sun has set, Luna was back home...drained from her soul after that never ending paperwork. Who knew that doing so much paperwork could make one weary of such leisure work...being a Hunter sure was hard work. And this side of the job was never truly shown in the game, as it mostly focused on MC's lore rather than her job. The work was overload, especially with the rapid increase of Wanderers.

Luna closes her eyes, hearing the pitter patter of the soft snow outside proving the end of the year coming soon. After these past six months, she hadn't expected to make it this far into the world...it was a strange feeling. Before she could sink further into the couch when her phone began to ring. Luna eyes the unknown number recalling what Sylus had told her earlier during the day.

"Also...Mephisto will stop by at your place to deliver something. Will call you later,"

Without much a thought, she picks up her phone and answers the awaiting call, "What is---"

Like a piercing blade, a chilling voice cuts Luna's words.

"̶͈̦̕̚İ̸̭̇ ̵͇̣̀́ṯ̷̹̾h̶̳̍̔ò̷̩̽͜ṳ̸̘̒g̴̈́͜ẖ̴̛̥́t̴̡̄͑ ̸̢͚̊I̸̱͝ ̵̨̂̅t̶̘̼̚o̴̟̗̍l̶̗͛͝d̸̯̊͠ ̶̣̈́̀͜y̶̫͖͆ô̸̼̖ù̷͚̈ ̶̠̾͂ț̴̳̔o̷̩͒̎ ̸͇̞̆̈́ḷ̴̌͝i̸̪̐v̴̝̞̀͘ë̶͇́ ̴̬̇à̷̘̔s̶̀̂ͅ ̸̡̲͂͠ḯ̴̞͕̋f̷̙̓ ̷̮͝y̷͚̥̎ȯ̸̅ͅu̴͍̕ ̶̠̓͂w̶̭͐͜e̸̳̒͂r̵̩̣͛e̸̱̰̚ ̴͈̘͌͆d̷̤͘ë̸͓͕́̌ă̷̩d̶̠̃͊ͅ,̷͖̞͌̍ ̴̛͇̊L̵͎̰͋u̸̻̤̇̕ǹ̵̼a̴̖͎͌f̶̨̀r̷͕͖̽e̴̘͋̄y̵͕͒̽à̵̲͋"̸̧̫̏͌

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"̶͈̦̕̚İ̸̭̇ ̵͇̣̀́ṯ̷̹̾h̶̳̍̔ò̷̩̽͜ṳ̸̘̒g̴̈́͜ẖ̴̛̥́t̴̡̄͑ ̸̢͚̊I̸̱͝ ̵̨̂̅t̶̘̼̚o̴̟̗̍l̶̗͛͝d̸̯̊͠ ̶̣̈́̀͜y̶̫͖͆ô̸̼̖ù̷͚̈ ̶̠̾͂ț̴̳̔o̷̩͒̎ ̸͇̞̆̈́ḷ̴̌͝i̸̪̐v̴̝̞̀͘ë̶͇́ ̴̬̇à̷̘̔s̶̀̂ͅ ̸̡̲͂͠ḯ̴̞͕̋f̷̙̓ ̷̮͝y̷͚̥̎ȯ̸̅ͅu̴͍̕ ̶̠̓͂w̶̭͐͜e̸̳̒͂r̵̩̣͛e̸̱̰̚ ̴͈̘͌͆d̷̤͘ë̸͓͕́̌ă̷̩d̶̠̃͊ͅ,̷͖̞͌̍ ̴̛͇̊L̵͎̰͋u̸̻̤̇̕ǹ̵̼a̴̖͎͌f̶̨̀r̷͕͖̽e̴̘͋̄y̵͕͒̽à̵̲͋"̸̧̫̏͌

An unfamiliar voice...an enhanced tone which was hard to pinpoint who was the one speaking...yet unmistakably terrifying to the core. 

Luna found it hard to breathe, the body she had come to possess was shaking incredibly much...not once as she seen it react in such way. Her lips part, chest heaving with dilated eyes. Luna had no idea who this person was...yet the body remembers clearly who this person is. Because of her inner fear, Luna couldn't speak and stood frozen in place. She was unable to control these strong emotions she had never felt before. 

It was absolute fear.

"̴̜̏̍E̸̻̙͂v̷̙͂e̷̺̽̾͜n̸̤̭͂͂ ̴̮̭́å̴̞͆f̷̥̔t̶̡̝͊ę̵̍̇ȓ̴͉̺͌ ̸͉͚͗e̸̮̓͊ͅv̷̫̀͐e̷̺̾͜ŕ̸ͅy̸̦͉̓t̶̪̽͊h̸͉͒͝ị̷͌n̵͇̅g̴͈̻͂̂ ̸͕̠͊I̸̭̭̔ ̶̩͖͗ḧ̵̭̼ā̴̜v̴̥̳̐́ė̶̠̍ ̴̙͈̔̍ğ̶̯̾i̶̧̖͋͌v̶͕̿é̶͉n̵̮͉͐̎ ̴̢̛͑ẏ̷̭̈́o̵̹͖͊ṳ̶̮̋͐.̷̭̎̊.̵̳̉͆.̴̨̰̒̂ą̴̈̍ ̶̥͊ṉ̵̒ë̷̢̨́ẅ̴̘́̒ ̸͚͘ḣ̵̛̦͈o̸̡͙͊̈́m̷̢͌̀ê̵͖̈.̸̥͛͝.̴̼̋͐.̴̪́͋a̴̱͌̓ ̵̹́͂n̷̳̲̑̿e̵͔̎̌ẃ̵͓̘͘ ̸̘̍͠í̷̤̖d̴͎̈́é̴̛̜̟n̴̞͐t̷̢͒i̵̝͆̉t̸̲͌̊y̷̾̓ͅ.̵̪̄.̶̪́.̴̪͕̈́a̶͙͔̿͠ ̶̦̐̐n̴͔̺̎e̸̢̞͋̈́w̷̩͑ ̶͇͌̀j̶̜͝ͅo̷̹͆b̴͔͋̇,̴͈̓"̵̭͋͋

Yeah...it was strange. Luna had thought about it but she never heed to her mind. How could a Lieutenant have such a grand condo in the most luxurious parts of Linkon City? It was nearly impossible with the income she receives. And this person claims to have given her such a life...

"̵̠̀͠.̸̫͇͆͌.̷̤͝.̶̧̣̏Ŵ̴̱̹́a̴̢̅͘s̶̞̬͆̂ ̸̣̜̒̔i̷͎̼͋͝t̴̝́̀ ̶͉̻̾̍n̵̜͜͝o̶͇̿t̸̼̾ ̴̥͂e̷̢͈̕n̷̹͍̆ŏ̴̖̕ư̶̧̫̌g̴̰̈́h̸̖̟͗?̷̜̞͛ ̶̫̽̚D̵̦͉̈i̶̩̋̒d̴̥̲̓ ̷̪̽ÿ̷̲̖́̌o̵̘̓ȕ̴̼̱ ̵̳̤͋t̵̹͛̊h̴̺̕i̴̲͚̿n̷̢̆̑k̵̠͙̅͘ ̷̙̀̌ẃ̵̡̬e̴͕͓͑̂ ̷̮̆̂ͅẃ̴̜͍o̷̹̪̍u̷̟͒ļ̴̼̑d̶͎͎̒̊n̸̳̱̓'̴̡̋t̶̬̙͊ ̵̣̏͜n̶͍̮̈o̶̺̐͘ṭ̸͛̓i̵̟͗c̸̳̈́e̷̲͆ ̷͚́̋ỳ̵̲̅ö̵̮u̵̥̽͆ ̵͇͓͐f̶̼̋̈́ḻ̶̐͜ḁ̷̥͛u̸̫̔͗n̵͈̫͊̿t̶̩͛i̷̬͗n̴̤̉g̸͓̊͜ ̷̣̹̚ỵ̵̕ö̶̬̬́ǘ̵̱r̷̳̈́͂s̸̞̥̈e̵̛̙̣̚l̸̟̉̏͜f̸̙̆͜ ̶̢̀̇ŏ̵̳̯u̵̫͐ẗ̷͕̙́ ̵͓͍́́i̷̤͛ṉ̷̻̒ ̷̮̖̐t̶̻͋͝h̴̠̬͆̏é̸̺ ̸̖̮̉̄n̶̞̼̏ě̴̗w̴͒͝ͅs̴̭̈͠ ̵̺̐͌l̷̘͌ỉ̵̝̕k̸̞̾e̸̞̔̍ ̸̫̩̚ṭ̸̭́ḫ̴̍ã̸̤t̶̯̾̓?̵̼͉̋̊ ̸̼̫͗H̴̲̔ơ̴̰̙̔ẅ̶̮́̐ ̵̨̇͘f̷̛̠̬a̴̤͋r̸̨͂ ̸͈͓̈w̵̬̣̋̀ĩ̸̙͊ļ̸̠̋́l̵͎̽ ̵̯̗̄y̶̹̟̅̿ö̸̢́͠u̶̗̓͌ ̶̩̣͋̑t̷͙͊͂a̷̢̟̓̄k̴̜̤̍e̴͕͋͠ ̴̮͘̚o̸̘͜͝ņ̸͇̚ ̷̂͘ͅt̵̠͇̒h̷͓͈̉̎ḙ̸͙͂ș̷̞̊͝ê̷̲͕̄ ̷͖̠̓c̶̯̙͂ḣ̸̪̯i̶̖̲͛l̵̢̙͗͑d̷͎̯̆̊i̷̛̫̖s̸̼̍̄h̴̻̾̅ ̵̪͆̇a̶̝͆n̸̙͐t̷̮̓̂ǐ̵̗͚c̸̝̙͂̀s̷̭̆̕ ̴͍́L̷̲͈̍͋u̸̼̩͒n̴̼̽a̶̪̿f̵͇͈͗r̸̩͑ḛ̸͈̓͑y̷̠̮͐̀a̸̺͘̕?̵̖͆"̸̦̍́

'He keeps saying Lunafreya...is that her real name?' Luna continues to shake, still unable to speak despite the millions of questions flooding through the mind like a rapid train. This body was clearly traumatized since she physically couldn't move or speak...just who was this person?

"̸̬͋̀Ś̸̳̺̚t̷̠̬͝o̷͈̅p̴̪̔̉ͅ ̶̯͈̒t̸͍̽̏ḩ̶̉̐i̷͎̔̆s̸̰͌ ̷̦̥̅p̸̗̒ȑ̶̰e̴͇̾̐t̷̡̙͑̏e̵̝̾̅ń̶̦d̴͈͍̈́̀ ̶̙͒̕g̵͎͂͛a̶͚͂͜m̴̞̳͗͝e̷̲̮͛̈́ ̸̻́̄o̷̭̱̅f̵͕̋ ̷̥̬̎͆L̴̟̠͒̑ì̸͓͔͌e̷̮͖̕ṻ̶̬t̶͖̄̑e̵̲͇̽n̶̘̅ǎ̸̙̖̈́n̵̮͌̉t̶̡͗ ̴̹̱̉a̷͕̽n̵̜͑d̶̢̒ ̴̧̠͌̇c̷̭͐ô̸͉m̶̡̝̈́́e̶̅ͅ ̴͉̆h̶̛̠͊o̵̘̰͋͘m̶̲͑̚é̵̯.̵̹̃̑.̷̥͝.̵̧͐t̴͈͓́͒h̵̡́̏ï̷͎̟s̸͚̉ ̵̱̪̃ị̵͑̔s̸̭͍̀̃ ̵̯̯̓y̴̫͂o̸̝͋u̸̧̜͘r̸̫̬̐ ̷͕͘f̶̺͌ī̵̤̎n̶͔̯͆a̶̠̿l̶̩͑͜ ̸̧̛̣w̸̮̑á̷̱͝r̵̯͊͛ṋ̶̹̏ĩ̶̳̋n̶̤͑́g̸̹̙͂̌,̵͈͉͘͝"̷̗̯́͗

At his final message, the line cuts...the clear buzzing proving that the person on the other line was not in service anymore. With that, Luna staggers as she crumbles from underneath, the fear too much and making her shake uncontrollably. Her hand goes to cover her mouth, trying to control her uneven breathing and wavering thoughts.

Who was this person? Lunafreya is Luna's real name? A new identity? Going back home?

'Is this person family to Luna?' Luna frowns, staring at her shaking palms as cold sweat passes her drained expression, 'No...that's not it...'

Her mind recalls her mission in Lake CapeTown, where she saw that rundown scar this body had. Had this person done something like this to her...or maybe they were the ones responsible for this scar in the first place? A cold shiver runs down her spine as she thought of the possibilities...

She had never felt such an immense emotion within this body, it was clearly overwhelming on her part. 

'That warning...are they going to come and kill me...?' A cold shiver runs down her spine, her trembling body having a time breathing, hyperventilating. She had thought that the only dangers of this world would be the Wanderers and the Male Leads of this game...now she has to worry about outsiders that were involved with the previous Luna?

A sudden thump at the window alerts Luna, urging her body to jolt up and tense. She reaches for her hunter's gun that was hosted up on her side, jaw clenched with nerves. The thumping increases, and soon she come face to face with a shaking crow that was perched outside the balcony of the condo. Luna gasps.

"MEPHISTO!??"

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The crow perks when his body was engulfed in the warmth of the towel, Luna worriedly patted him down from the cold fragments of the snow. Did Mephisto fly all the way here from the N-109 Zone? She could only feel a sense of worry for the winged creature. It is then through her inspection where she saw that behind Mephisto's armor, there was a small backpack of sort. Was this the thing Sylus was talking about?

"Did Sylus sent you to do this? In this awful snow storm?" Luna mutters, the crow perking up and showing off the said backpack. Before she could check what's inside when Luna's phone began to ring again.

She tenses, her eyes shaky as she looks at the unknown ID caller...again that trickling fear makes her unable to move. Was it that person again? 

"̸̬͋̀Ś̸̳̺̚t̷̠̬͝o̷͈̅p̴̪̔̉ͅ ̶̯͈̒t̸͍̽̏ḩ̶̉̐i̷͎̔̆s̸̰͌ ̷̦̥̅p̸̗̒ȑ̶̰e̴͇̾̐t̷̡̙͑̏e̵̝̾̅ń̶̦d̴͈͍̈́̀ ̶̙͒̕g̵͎͂͛a̶͚͂͜m̴̞̳͗͝e̷̲̮͛̈́ ̸̻́̄o̷̭̱̅f̵͕̋ ̷̥̬̎͆L̴̟̠͒̑ì̸͓͔͌e̷̮͖̕ṻ̶̬t̶͖̄̑e̵̲͇̽n̶̘̅ǎ̸̙̖̈́n̵̮͌̉t̶̡͗ ̴̹̱̉a̷͕̽n̵̜͑d̶̢̒ ̴̧̠͌̇c̷̭͐ô̸͉m̶̡̝̈́́e̶̅ͅ ̴͉̆h̶̛̠͊o̵̘̰͋͘m̶̲͑̚é̵̯.̵̹̃̑.̷̥͝.̵̧͐t̴͈͓́͒h̵̡́̏ï̷͎̟s̸͚̉ ̵̱̪̃ị̵͑̔s̸̭͍̀̃ ̵̯̯̓y̴̫͂o̸̝͋u̸̧̜͘r̸̫̬̐ ̷͕͘f̶̺͌ī̵̤̎n̶͔̯͆a̶̠̿l̶̩͑͜ ̸̧̛̣w̸̮̑á̷̱͝r̵̯͊͛ṋ̶̹̏ĩ̶̳̋n̶̤͑́g̸̹̙͂̌,̵͈͉͘͝"̷̗̯́͗

'Did they change their mind?? Should I escape now?? I need--' Luna stops when she sees Mephisto perk beside her phone, croaking as he directs his cute head towards the said phone. As if telling her to answer the phone. She blinks in realization. 

"..that's right..." She had forgotten about Sylus's expected call. With a shaky sigh, she carefully picks up the phone to answer. Despite trying to remain composed, her voice had failed her, "H-Hello...?"

And of course, Sylus's perceptive persona was quick to catch on her change. He lets out a scoff, unlike before where he was at a strange warehouse, Sylus was now seated in his pristine office that matched him very well.

"Looks like I called at the wrong time Lt. Did you lose something?" He perks, his tone seemingly amused, no sign of worry about her shaken up attitude. Rather, he seemed carefree, as he could be seen tinkering with a familiar looking brooch in his hand, the deep red ruby shimmering under the dim glow of the office.

Luna felt the words caught on her throat, hesitant. She honestly didn't know where to start...or how to explain what just happened a couple of minutes ago. Should she start about the strange person that called her? Or that Luna's name is actually Lunafreya? Or that there is something much more sinister going on in her life?

'We're allies...he can help me right?' Luna gulps, her eyes wavering at the thought. Even though their relationship is on the basis of their deal that they made...will Sylus truly help her outside of that deal?

It was a risk...but she really had no choice at the moment. She could ask the private investigator Damien for help...but lately he hasn't been answering her messages. Luna was left to gamble her deal...

"There's...I received a strange call right now..." Luna starts off, peering to her side, "....it was someone who knows the real Luna,"

Sylus's eyes flicker from the other line, his interest piqued, "I see, so there's someone who knows you. Are you worried they've caught on?"

"No...I'm more worried about what they have implied," She takes a long pause, trying to figure out her words, "They gave me a warning,"

A low chuckle emits from the depths of his throat, as Luna could imagine a smirk playing on his keen features, "Looks like you've found yourself in quite the impediment huh Lt.~" He taunts, amused. 

"So? Are you asking for a favor hm?" Sylus hums, recognizing Luna's strategic offer. Even if she wanted to be sneaky, it was unavoidable with someone as perceptive as Sylus...suppose it comes in handy once in a while. But hearing his nonchalant tone, Luna had to make it quick before he changes his mind.

"If it's not much of a hassle, can you track the number that called me? Perhaps it can give me insight on OG Luna's real identity," Luna offers, hoping he wouldn't find her favor too much to ask. With his connections, Sylus can track them down easily. She becomes nervous when there was a long silence on the other line. 

"In that case," His tone cut short the tension, "I also have a favor to ask of you,"

Luna had only hoped his favor didn't involve killing anyone...

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"I also have a favor to ask of you,"

Luna quietly sweats, but she knew she wasn't in a position to refuse Sylus. She had asked him for a favor so she must abide as well, it was only fair. Besides, having Sylus as an ally is a prominent choice...because him being an enemy would not be ideal for Luna. If she wanted to stay alive for these next 3 years...Luna had to stay compliant on his radar. 

"... I'll do my best to assist you..." Luna mutters, despite her worried look, pleading that the task wouldn't be assassination. 

A low chuckle emits from his throat, catching on with her anxious tone, "Since you acknowledged so kindly...I will give you a small token of my gratitude, Lt." His red eyes gleam slightly with twinge of mirth.

"Mephisto has it, take a look,"

Luna peers back at the crow, who perks up at his owner's voice. He nears closer to show the said backpack, insisting Luna to open up. She zips open the cute backpack, and there she could see a deep red brooch of some sort. No...it wasn't like the brooch that MC was given in the game. Instead, this brooch was constructed like a tear drop, embedded with a golden snake surrounding the deep red gem. 

"You were at the auction yes? With that brooch, you can easily enter the N109 Zone without a hitch," Sylus remarks, his eyes tinkering with another brooch in his hand, one he deems precious to him...a brooch that is waiting for its right owner to arrive. But he could only wait until the right moment to come. 

Luna quietly admires her personalized brooch with a slight twinkle in her eyes, "So then...it's like a family heirloom,"

Luna recalls the new identity she had used to get into the auction house--thanks to the Private Investigator Damien's forged documents. So this brooch will serve as the permit for entering that mad zone as she pleases without any mishaps, just as Sylus had promised her. 

Since he already offered his best winning card...it was Luna's turn to show him. Well if she was able to. 

"Thank you...so what do you want me to do?" Luna stands, placing the shimmering trinket on top of the table, finding herself in the kitchen to look for anything edible for the crow, 'Wait...can Mephisto even eat?'

"I will need to set a base in Linkon, as a...Fruit Vendor perhaps," Sylus hums, "Your job is to find me a nice place to set myself up for business,"

Luna had forgotten he had hid his identity behind as a Fruit Vendor in Linkon. It was indeed a strange title, especially how...intimidating his persona appears to be at a glance. Luna had wondered who was the original victim who was in charge of finding him a place to do this business...and fortunate enough, she had taken that spot. 

'Why Fruit out of everything....? I suppose agricultural is an important aspect in the economy...' Luna muses. She had thought about other types of businesses, now recalling Sylus's myth, where as MC she saw the vast fields of endless flowers dedicated for solely one person. A field of Datura flowers...it was such a breathtaking sight. 

Her lips open unexpectedly, letting her thoughts spill, "A flower shop works too..."

"A flower shop?" Sylus's perplexed tone echoes from the other line, making Luna flinch. She covers her mouth, scolding herself for speaking out of hand. He didn't ask for suggestion, she just needed to find a place for his Fruit Shop Business and final. Luna was quick to apologize, hoping Sylus wouldn't find her suggestion offensive. 

"S-Sorry...I didn't--"

"--Hm...that's fine. I can also become a Flower Vendor, " He playfully scoffs, "You've suggested it since it's quite common in Linkon right, Lt.?"

Luna's shoulders slump, it seems like he didn't take her abrupt words to heart. She was ready to throw herself into a dogeza style apology if he got upset...even if that act was humiliating on her part. Luna wasn't taking any risks. 

"Then, you'll be in charge of looking for a place for both the Fruit and Flower business. Is that clear, Lt.?" His direct tone with authority quickly makes Luna abide to his favor. She was just glad that she wouldn't have to kill anyone at the very moment...and she hopes she never will. 

"Will that be all?" Luna says carefully, hoping that there was nothing else he commands. She awaits as the other line becomes quiet briefly, making Luna's heart race anxiously. Was there another favor he needed?? Or did he change his mind?

"That will be all. And as for you," Sylus began, "Will tracking the number be all? Or do you have something else in mind?"

'Ah...I should probably tell him about the name...' Luna's lips purse, hesitant but she had to spill. She had promised to tell Sylus everything, there would not be any secrets...that was the deal. 

"The person that called me...they referred to me as Lunafreya. I supposed that's Luna's real name..." Luna starts, "I'm not sure if it changes anything...since I'm technically not her,"

The person on the other line was quiet again, making Luna sweat at the uncomfortable silence. Did she say something wrong?

"Lunafreya?" A low scoff snickers from the other line, his tone condescending, "...it truly doesn't suit you,"

'What the hell is that supposed to mean...?' Luna deadpans, slightly annoyed at his tone. She was starting to rethink ever telling him Luna's real name, just why was he mocking her when it's not even her real name. Yet again...why was she offended? Her thoughts are jumbled, as a slight pout forms on her lips.

"I hope you don't mind Mephisto staying for the night there. He's not very fond of stormy nights like these,"

With that, Sylus hung up. Luna had been left in charge of the mechanical bird...or so that's what is was on the surface. 

Luna silently deadpans, eyeing the bird,  'In the end...he's going to spy on me...'

She was very well aware of the capabilities Mephisto had, the bird served as Sylus's other eyes, and often was used to spy on MC. Since he had ordered the bird to stay here at Luna's residency, means Sylus wasn't trusting Luna yet. Even if she were offended by his actions, Luna had no choice but to bite her lips...and seal away her emotions. It's not like it's the first time she's been doubted like this...

'...I'll just get used to it,' She muses with a aloof look, despite the tight clench in her heart. 

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Morning had dawn, and Luna was awaken by a loud bang. Startled, she stumbles onto her two feet and hastily grabs the hunter's gun. She could hear Mephisto croak out loud, and she follows the bird's erratic sounds. Entering the living room, she was greeted at the messy sight that the bird had created. 

Luna lets out sigh, glad that there was nothing too serious. She eyes the clock, realizing how early it was. 

"Mephisto...? Why are you making so much noise early in the morning...?" Luna ruffles her bed hair, while the mechanical bird continues to croak, flapping his wings as he looks between her and the window. She didn't seem to catch on to his message, letting out a sigh. 

"Are you hungry? Or do you need a walk?" Luna yawns, as the crow continues to caw as he poked his beak at the window,. Not understanding the bird's desperate message, she instead picks it up and held it closer to her, "A walk it is then,"

Mephisto could only croak with a defeated sigh...while a strange figure could be seen lingering near the window...away from the sight of Luna before disappearing into the darkness of the morning. 

The snow storm has passed, and so the early morning walk was proceeded. 

'Can this be considered a walk?' Luna deadpans as she could see the crow flying above her and away from the sightings, as if he were spying on her from a distant. She decides not to say anything and instead enjoys the cool breeze of winter as the people of Linkon City have started to prepare for the holidays. She recognized the signs that the civilians had put up, staring at the beautiful colors. 

'Ah...that's right...'

Luna found herself walking through the bridge, her eyes staring at the small ice particles that drift through the vast sky. She exhales, a soft smoke escaping her lips and blending through the sky. 

"It's going to be the New Year soon...." Luna mutters, her melon like eyes staring across the bustling city filled with lights and decorations for the said holiday. She stops on her tracks when Mephisto croaks, she looks up at the mechanical bird. It had now stopped snowing, and all was left was the cold of the winter as the sun began to rise from its slumber. Which meant that Mephisto could finally return back to his owner.

With one final glance, the bird leaves...his shadowy silhouette blending through the bright sky, urging her to squint until the bird's figure was no longer visible. 

Luna let's out a sigh, admiring the shops as they prepare.

Unlike everyone else, she had forgotten about the upcoming special week...well how could she have when she was busy trying to escape this crazy game? Time was valuable, and she was to not waste any single time. Besides, she didn't have anyone special to spend the special holidays with. 

Luna leans towards the bridge, crossing her arms and settles her head between the warmth of her arms, staring into the city with an unreadable expression. She did not want to openly say it...but it was a tad bit lonesome for Luna.

"I'm cold..."

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"It's super cold..."

She had found herself back into the bustling city, passing each decorated street with a impressed look. She could tell this much that Linkon really took serious their holidays. though her admiration cuts short when the rustling wind picks up. Her walk back home felt mundane, shivering as she tried her best to warm herself up. If she knew the weather would be this unexpected, Luna would have come prepared. But she recalls exactly why she came out here in the first place. 

Luna deadpans, hugging herself to preserve her warmth, 'Damn it...if it weren't for Mephisto--'

"--I see...you are not from this world Young Lady~"

Whether or not those words directed towards Luna, she does not take a step forward...eyes widen as she could feel her heart thumping anxiously inside her chest, those conspicuous words echoing in the back of her mind. She found it hard to move, keeping still. 

Once again, the voice eerily speaks again...the voice directed to her, "Yes, I'm talking to you Miss,"

Despite that trembling woe in her heart, Luna makes the effort to turn to see the one who spoke to her. Her eyes soon confronted an elderly looking woman, her wrinkle eyes curving slightly her way. Luna couldn't bring herself to speak, a bit in shock. The elder's closed eye smile never falters, now taking a sideway step to introduce the shop that was behind her, letting Luna's view expand as she read the shop's name.

"It's quite chilly right? Why don't you come inside for a warm tea?"

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"She received a strange call...?"

Once again, the renowned artist by the name of Rafayel found himself in that uncomfortable booth of the infamous location called The Nest. A place usually known for its unusual trade offers of Protocores...more often...exclusive information. Rafayel had found himself visiting this place much more often than he anticipated. He could only curse at the dull women who was making him go through all this effort...

"Did you manage to trace the call?" Rafayel spoke, checking the documents in hand with an unapproachable expression. At the informant's silence, Rafayel had concluded his answer. He lets out a sigh, closing the folder with a loud thud. 

'At this pace...we won't be going anywhere...' Rafayel irks, tossing the files aside. There have been no updates about the Lieutenant he's been keeping an eye on, and no matter how much he's spend to gain at least an insight...it was impossible. He recalls what the other had told him nights ago, his words echoing in the back of his mind.  

"One of my informants was killed in the process, which means there is someone who is above both of us...someone with an undeniable power to control her information,"

His eyes narrow at the heed, refusing to back down. Just as he had planned initially, he must lure the Big Fish out of its comfort. And far as Rafayel was aware, this person does not want anyone to find out about Luna's information, in other words, he must use Luna as bait.

"A-Also, she had refused the Bogue Magazine Interview," 

Rafayel clicks his tongue at the mention, letting out another exasperated sigh, "She can't take a hint can she? Guess I'll have to convince her myself,"

He figured that by sending her a reporter of Bogue Magazine, she would accept the offer and be represented as the Cover of the best selling monthly magazine of Linkon. And by doing so, Rafayel can catch the Big Fish he's been eagerly wanting to meet. Whether or not they would be a threat to him, Rafayel was not going to take any chances with anyone.

"That damn bland woman..." He ruffles his cotton like hair, fixing it out of frustration. They had initially parted ways months ago after he had received the information of the Tome of the Sea God's location--which had turned out to be true after investigations. Both had promised to not seek for each other again. But since she had refused the offer of the interview...

"She owes me big time,"

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"Mister Sylus...we were able to trace the call despite many failed attempts,"

The omnipotent leader of Onychinus, Sylus, was seated comfortably at his office...the dim light casted upon both him and the informant who seemed distress at the situation. The failed attempts that he spoke of...were deaths of his fellow colleagues. Sylus had recognized this loss, his interest had piqued even more at the one who had orchestrated this impenetrable wall that was shielding Luna's identity. Someone with such an influence made him want to bare his teeth even more at the prominent challenge.

Just who was this person controlling Lieutenant Luna's information?

"The call, it traces all the way back to an old payphone," The informant spoke, now placing a folder on the wooden office desk before Sylus. He opens it, his red eyes tracing the information and pictures. He scoffs when he sees the picture of the said telephone booth. 

"A payphone?" He leans forward, resting his chin over his hand, "Those still exist?"

"Y-Yes, it's out of commission when we went to see it in Skyhaven," The informant continues, "We had tried to access the security camera within the area to see who used it...but the Fleet has quite the barrier,"

In other words, they were only able to trace where the call came from. But to find out who made the call...that posed a challenge due to the Farspace Fleet's tight security. This was as far as the informant can go...otherwise he would risk more of his men to get information. He had hoped that Sylus wouldn't press on further into the investigation.

"M-Mister Sylus...I don't mean to pry," His voice is low, "But I recommend to stop here. The Fleet isn't an ordinary group,"

'Lt. did mention that they were possibly connected to EVER...' Sylus muses, recalling the notes that Lieutenant Luna had prepared for them. Despite the scattered texts, what mattered most was the precious information. He was able to prove some intel, especially within the Zone he currently controls. An abandoned Lab located within the N109 Zone. 

'If that's the case...then it's best to be cautious,' As much as Sylus was willing to take a bite at the challenge, he knew he had to stay put for a while. It was never good to be hasty, nothing good ever came from it. Instead, he will stay within the shadows of Onychinus for the time being. Besides, the information they obtain is far better than nothing. A chilling smirk paints its way across his keen features. 

"I'm good at waiting anyway..."

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"Zayne...you've been spacing out recently. Is everything alright?"

At the tone of the elderly man, Zayne snaps from his muffled thoughts, turning away from the test sheets in his hands and towards the Doctor he had grew up with fondly. Dr. Noah's elderly expression reflects that of a worried grandfather, urging Zayne to try to clear up his head.

"It's nothing serious," Zayne quietly coughs, finishing up grading the tests, "Just have a lot on my mind..."

Zayne wasn't going to openly admit about his thoughts, especially if involved the Lieutenant. It wasn't like him to keep thoughts about someone, as he was always so calm and composed. But despite being so, his mind was occupied by that strange woman...her blurry face and retreating back. She was someone full of mystery, someone he couldn't quite comprehend. And it has come to a point that he would find himself spacing out as he thought about this strange woman. 

Dr. Noah remains unsure about Zayne's words, seeing that distracted look. He recognized how diligent Zayne was, an ideal student in which he also couldn't' help but worry about from time to time. 

"If you need anything, please let me know," Dr. Noah beams, hoping that Zayne would open up about his problems. 

Zayne nods, bringing himself to look out at the windows of the University they reside in. His earthly eyes that reflect its nature in contrast to the cold winter, his eyes tracing the pale patterns of the fallen snow. 

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"Xavier! Are you even listening to me...!?"

In a rather desolated flower shop, closed up due to the unexpected cleanup because of the upcoming holidays in Linkon, stood along two individuals. One named Xavier was checking the files through the screen while the other was assembling flowers as a request, a florist by the name of Jeremiah. The latter seemed to be in distress, his expression clearly showing the signs as he stared at the other individual's aloof expression. 

"This is as far as we can go...besides we have much more important matters to face," Jeremiah ushers the other, hoping that that his warning would at least seize him, "That woman...she's someone we can't get close to,"

Xavier's eyes finally look away from the screen, already ingested the vague information that was presented to him, "All  the more reason to be cautious...I do not trust her,"

Xavier's mind lingers about the Lieutenant whom recently became his temporary partner...a mysterious woman whom he had no prior knowledge up until a couple months ago. Apparently, she had already been assigned in the Alpha Team for two years now...how was it possible for her to go undetected for two years? Xavier found it truly odd...

"Her face...I can hardly remember it," Xavier points out, his eyes narrowing at her picture in the screen. 

Jeremiah stands beside Xavier, he too staring at Lieutenant's portrait. Unlike Xavier, he could see the woman's face just fine. But he still reasons with Xavier,  "We've been here for so long...our memories have been fuzzier over the recent years. I can't even recall the faces in the Backtrackers. So this much is normal,"

Xavier's eyes narrow, staring at the shadowy face of Lieutenant Luna, "No...this is different,"

"It's like...we aren't meant to see her,"

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"It appears that you're in quite the tribulation my dear," 

Before Luna, a set of 3 strange looking cards were displayed in an orderly manner...each card represented her Past, Present & Future. She could only stare with a worried look, watching as the elder lady's wrinkled hand flips over each card. The tension within the empty shop could only make Luna's heart race anxiously.

The older woman's eyes finally snap open, the curve of her smile drops slightly...staring at Luna's troubled expression. Her frilly tone cuts the tension.

"Will you be able to face the consequences of your actions?"

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Here is a Character Notes of our unfortunate NPC Lieutenant Luna

NPC NAME:

LUNA

|Real Name:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

|Age:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

|Height:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

|Birthday:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

|Sign:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

|Job:|

Lieutenant of ALPHA TEAM

|Evol:|

Water

|Visual description:|

She is described with bronze skin and a burgundy pixie cut hair. Her eye color are pink melon like. By most eyes, her looks are considered bland. 

While the Male Leads have a hard time remembering her face as she appears to be blurry or sometimes invisible. 

|Personality:|

She appears aloof most of the time, but is very calculative and attentive when it comes to her surroundings. But it seems like most of her personality & emotions are influenced by the Original Luna's persona. 

|Family:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

|Affiliation:|

UNICORNS(?)

Onychinus (Made a Deal with Sylus)

|Love interest:|

Ņ̶͔̲̮̲̥̖̀͘͝/̸̢̱̐͆͐̉͠Ḁ̶̡̮̲̳̠̉̒̌̑͐

Well, that's all for now! I will be updating this info on Prequel Main Story II ~

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Welcome to Prequel Main Story Pt II

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"...Just take three,"

Luna found herself inside the dim shop that belonged to this older woman--a fortune teller as far as she could tell. Her melon-like eyes that were filled with woe had focused on the three cards she had chosen along. She didn't quite understand their message, staring at them with an anxious heart.

"How did you know I'm not from this world?" Luna asked, bringing her weary gaze up. The older lady, whose once helpful eyes were now strained with an unreadable expression as she eyes the three cards Luna had chosen. She doesn't answer Luna's question. 

There was this uncomfortable silence...and it had started to eat at Luna's troubled heart.

"It appears that you're in quite the tribulation my dear," The older lady speaks, her wrinkled fingers that were decorated with colorful rocks traced alongside the three cards. Her keen gaze soon meets Luna's nervous ones, "Will you be able to face the consequences of your actions?"

She gulps, that insecurity growing more rapidly inside her, "C-Consequences...?"

Her eyes look back at the cards, pointing at the first card--the card that represented the past...

"The Fool, often interpreted as a carefree spirit, someone who doesn't acknowledge the possible dangers surrounding them. Sometimes, it can often be a good thing. But in this case, the card has been drawn upside down..." The elder scoots the card towards Luna, urging her to see it clearer, "...the past self that was living like a fool, unaware of the dangers depicted and perhaps even treated as such,"

"A...fool?" Luna recites, staring at the card with a perplexed look. Past self? The Fortune Teller must be referring to the OG Luna...Lunafreya. She stares at the card, where she can see a young man of sorts prancing, as he was unaware of that he was nearing at the edge of the cliff, where the raging waters can be seen below while the dog stands by to warn the young fool.

The past card had referred to Lunafreya as The Fool. It made her frown at the idea...just what exactly did the fortune teller mean by that? It was definitely a clue about Lunafreya's past...but it was vague. She lived as a fool before but how exactly? She recalls the ominous call from the previous night.

"̵̠̀͠.̸̫͇͆͌.̷̤͝.̶̧̣̏Ŵ̴̱̹́a̴̢̅͘s̶̞̬͆̂ ̸̣̜̒̔i̷͎̼͋͝t̴̝́̀ ̶͉̻̾̍n̵̜͜͝o̶͇̿t̸̼̾ ̴̥͂e̷̢͈̕n̷̹͍̆ŏ̴̖̕ư̶̧̫̌g̴̰̈́h̸̖̟͗?̷̜̞͛ ̶̫̽̚D̵̦͉̈i̶̩̋̒d̴̥̲̓ ̷̪̽ÿ̷̲̖́̌o̵̘̓ȕ̴̼̱ ̵̳̤͋t̵̹͛̊h̴̺̕i̴̲͚̿n̷̢̆̑k̵̠͙̅͘ ̷̙̀̌ẃ̵̡̬e̴͕͓͑̂ ̷̮̆̂ͅẃ̴̜͍o̷̹̪̍u̷̟͒ļ̴̼̑d̶͎͎̒̊n̸̳̱̓'̴̡̋t̶̬̙͊ ̵̣̏͜n̶͍̮̈o̶̺̐͘ṭ̸͛̓i̵̟͗c̸̳̈́e̷̲͆ ̷͚́̋ỳ̵̲̅ö̵̮u̵̥̽͆ ̵͇͓͐f̶̼̋̈́ḻ̶̐͜ḁ̷̥͛u̸̫̔͗n̵͈̫͊̿t̶̩͛i̷̬͗n̴̤̉g̸͓̊͜ ̷̣̹̚ỵ̵̕ö̶̬̬́ǘ̵̱r̷̳̈́͂s̸̞̥̈e̵̛̙̣̚l̸̟̉̏͜f̸̙̆͜ ̶̢̀̇ŏ̵̳̯u̵̫͐ẗ̷͕̙́ ̵͓͍́́i̷̤͛ṉ̷̻̒ ̷̮̖̐t̶̻͋͝h̴̠̬͆̏é̸̺ ̸̖̮̉̄n̶̞̼̏ě̴̗w̴͒͝ͅs̴̭̈͠ ̵̺̐͌l̷̘͌ỉ̵̝̕k̸̞̾e̸̞̔̍ ̸̫̩̚ṭ̸̭́ḫ̴̍ã̸̤t̶̯̾̓?̵̼͉̋̊ ̸̼̫͗H̴̲̔ơ̴̰̙̔ẅ̶̮́̐ ̵̨̇͘f̷̛̠̬a̴̤͋r̸̨͂ ̸͈͓̈w̵̬̣̋̀ĩ̸̙͊ļ̸̠̋́l̵͎̽ ̵̯̗̄y̶̹̟̅̿ö̸̢́͠u̶̗̓͌ ̶̩̣͋̑t̷͙͊͂a̷̢̟̓̄k̴̜̤̍e̴͕͋͠ ̴̮͘̚o̸̘͜͝ņ̸͇̚ ̷̂͘ͅt̵̠͇̒h̷͓͈̉̎ḙ̸͙͂ș̷̞̊͝ê̷̲͕̄ ̷͖̠̓c̶̯̙͂ḣ̸̪̯i̶̖̲͛l̵̢̙͗͑d̷͎̯̆̊i̷̛̫̖s̸̼̍̄h̴̻̾̅ ̵̪͆̇a̶̝͆n̸̙͐t̷̮̓̂ǐ̵̗͚c̸̝̙͂̀s̷̭̆̕ ̴͍́L̷̲͈̍͋u̸̼̩͒n̴̼̽a̶̪̿f̵͇͈͗r̸̩͑ḛ̸͈̓͑y̷̠̮͐̀a̸̺͘̕?̵̖͆"̸̦̍́

'That person that called knows the truth of Lunafreya's past. And considering the fact that they mentioned how they've given her this new identity. They must be the ones that controlled her life...' Luna's sweaty palms tighten as she was lost in thought, continuing to stare at the card with an unnerved expression.

 'Were they...using her?'

"The Past...The Fool...That woman no longer resides in this world," The Elder speaks, now tossing aside the card away from Luna's sight. Now her accusing finger pointing at a baffled Luna, "And instead you are now here inhabiting that dead body, Imposter,"

Her fickly gaze makes Luna flinch under her elderly watch, especially the way she had referred to her. Luna grits, her frown settling. How could she call her by such bases? It made it sound like she stole Lunafreya's body. Naturally so, Luna was offended by the term. 

"I did not ask to be here," She corrects, upset to even be referred to as such, "So I would prefer to not be called by that when I was dragged into this world by force...!" For once, Luna has expressed her distain, her glare set and challenging the older woman. 

On the other hand, the older woman seemingly smirks at her anger, amused even. Instead of addressing an apology, she goes to trace her eyes over the second card--the card that represented the present...Luna's current timeline.

"The Tower, which depicts a high spire where a lightning bolt strikes and sets ablaze the tower. With its powerful flames, people can be seen jumping out as an act of desperation," Again, those unreadable eyes peer back at Luna, her wrinkly yet firm finger taps the card attentively, "This card represents your current situation Imposter...the foreign soul that is trapped inside this body,"

Luna clicks her tongue at the name, "I am not--"

"--In most cases, this card isn't necessarily frightening. And since it is faced upright, it represents that a change will soon arise. Whether or not you are prepared for such change, it is inevitable. The old ways are no longer useful thus you must replace them to embrace that change," The fortune teller slides the card forward, the flickering flames of the candles illuminating it clearer. Luna's melon like eyes reflect the silhouette of the card.

"A change?" Luna ushers, her eyes beaming with slight hope, "Then! Does that mean I will be able to go back home?!"

The present showed that there will be an inevitable change in her life. The 'old ways' that Lunafreya lived by were no longer abide to her, and to move along she must adapt new beliefs and values for this change. Luna lets out a shaky sigh, now coming into realization with her troubled thoughts.

'Isn't this a good thing? So as long as I don't follow her previous lifestyle then...then I can go home...' A trembling smile paints her face...for once that lingering weight on her shoulder seemed to have lifted momentarily at the Fortune Teller's words. But it is when her eyes linger the last card...the future. Her reassurance was quickly overshadowed with uncertainty.

Luna analyzes the reversed card, unlike the previous ones...it had show much more detail with strange looking images. A wheel of sorts situated in the middle, while it is surrounding by different creatures; an angel, an eagle, a bull and a lion. Her heart felt a strange tug, finding the card's symbolism slightly ominous. 

"The Wheel of Fortune...which is depicted the sign of fate. In this case, it has been drawn upside down..." The elderly woman comes to a halt, as she stares at the card with an unreadable expression. This lingering silence had made Luna grow uncomfortable in her seat. That ominous feeling soon came trickling back when the Fortune Teller finally spoke to her. 

"A reversed card like this one...luck will not be on your side, misfortunes will follow alongside and you cannot control them. It may lead to disastrous future if not careful enough," 

Luna watches as the elderly lady now collects the tarot cards. A tinge of panic surges in Luna's heart as those words echo in her mind like a turmoil. A disastrous future? And she cannot control her misfortunes? If her future consisted of those bad omens...then it could only mean that she will not be able to return to her world. 

Luna had started to feel exasperated at the thought. She stands abruptly from her seat, the force tumbling the chair behind her but she paid it no mind to her actions. 

Luna speaks in a hushed tone, "What do you mean by that?"

Quickly she follows behind the elderly woman, her voice shaky, "A disastrous future!? That's just bullshit...!"

Unlike the disheveled Luna, the Fortune Teller was rather calm, carefully putting away her cards in a peculiar box. Seeing her relax gestures made Luna irk in desperation, stepping forward to block the older lady's view. She didn't care whether her actions were rude, at this very moment all she could think about is getting back home.

"I need to go back to my world!" She raised her tone, desperate, "There has to be a way...there has to be a way to avoid all of this!"

The Fortune Teller wasn't all affected by Luna's desperation, offering no comfort for the lost soul that resides in the body of Lieutenant Luna. Her expression remains passive, now reaching out towards the shelf of her shop. 

"Fate is always in motion and cannot be moved by human action alone. The Wheel of Fortune will move forward again once you learn how to let go,"

Luna stares at the shimmering pendant that was placed over her palm, the swirling pink hue engulfed inside the well crafted jewel. She was momentarily distracted by the item in her hand, now echoing back the Fortune Teller's words, "Learn how to let go..?"

"The cards can only tell so much...it is up to you to understand what they truly mean,"

Again...Luna wasn't given a proper answer to her troubling circumstances. But it didn't matter this time, this information was more than enough to start her plans of escape. From Dr. Xeno's long term research, Philip's extended help, the mysterious room in Lunafreya's and the Fortune Teller's Tarot Readings...

Everything has been put on display for Luna...and she will do whatever it takes to return back to her world...her real home.

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Luna was awoken by the startling sound of the blooming fireworks outside...her daze peering at the windows where she could see the city being showered by the vibrant colors. She blinks slowly, taking a quick peek at her phone.

"It's already the New Year?" She mutters, her eyes narrowed at the brightness of her phone screen.

It was slightly past midnight, the continuous colors reflecting her bronze skin in a rainbow like pattern. Her eyes linger at the incoming messages from the Alpha Team's group chat, everyone celebrating and wishing for the upcoming new year. Luna wouldn't deny she felt a bit bitter reading them all, quickly turning off her phone.

'I didn't think I would make it this far...' 

It was officially the year 2046...leaving her only 2 more years before the start of the Main Story Love and Deepspace. Her anxious heart began to thump against her ribcage, now bringing her attention towards the table she had found herself sleeping on. Dr. Xeno's research papers were scattered, followed alongside some notes she had written down from her current knowledge. Luna had quickly taken action upon her return from the Fortune Teller's shop. She had taken the older women's readings into consideration, especially regarding the part about her future. 

Time was ticking, and Luna had to act fast.

Though her conducted research was taking a while to understand, nonetheless it was better than nothing. All was left was to hear from Philip and investigate the mysterious room that resides within. But the latter might be a challenge since she must risk breaking down the lock. 

"I can't hesitate now," Luna sighs, trying to organize the files that were scattered around and into a sole box.

Luna can only hope that whatever may be inside that room...would be of help, regardless of what the lies behind that hidden door. 

Again, she had stood before that sinister door, the pit of her stomach unsettled with just looking at it. Her hand that clutches the hammer take a steady grip, eyes determined to break the lock no matter what. As much as she would have not want to damage property, nothing else mattered than the truth. And so, drawing a shaky breath...Luna lifts and slams the hammer against the lock.

Expecting the lock to break...but Luna was suddenly pushed back by a strange force. It all happened in a blink of an eye. Her body flies &  slams down towards the cold marble floor, causing her to groan in pain.

"T-The hell just happened...?" Luna grits, now lifting her gaze off the ground and towards the door before her. Her eyes widen at the baffling scene.

Instead of seeing a broken door , Luna was greeted with a lingering blue hue...as if it were shielding the door from outsiders. 

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It has been a couple of days since Luna had tried to open the mysterious room by force. Despite many attempts...all she had left were broken tools while the door remained untouched by that strange blue shield. Luna had tried to wrap her mind around the cause of the blue shield that guarded the door. Just what exactly was it?

"It will be our annual panel of the Hunter's Association at Linkon University's Spring Orientation,"

'Is a Protocore causing that? Is that possible..?' Luna muses, not paying much attention towards the meeting conducted by Captain Jenna. Luna's mind was occupied by the ominous door she couldn't open no mater what. Her thoughts buzz, unsure what to even do in her new troubling state. 

Xavier, who sat across from the Lieutenant, had taken a brief look over at the woman's troubled expression. Unlike hers, his expression was unreadable, as his thoughts flicker after recalling Jerimiah's warning. 

"That woman...she's someone we can't get close to,"

'She's hardly recognizable...it's odd...' Xavier narrows, though keeping himself composed under her watch. He had been fighting the urge to interrogate her over these past couple of weeks, but he had promised Jerimiah he wouldn't force information out of her...not yet at the very least...

'I'll just have to keep a close eye on her...' If push comes to shove, Xavier wouldn't hesitate to eliminate Luna if she were an obstacle. After that silent vow, Xavier focuses the rest of his sluggish attention back to Captain Jenna. 

Unaware, Luna scribbles in her notebook,  'If the door is being protected by a Protocore...then Mr. Philip might be able to help me unlock it,' Since Philip worked with Protocores and modified them under Onychinus, perhaps he could recognized it's qualities. She takes a mental note to call Philip later. 

"As you all know, I have been the one leading the panels annually. But after witnessing our group's diligent work over these past couple of months..." Captain Jenna's eyes soon find themselves staring directly at Luna, who quickly notices her gaze.

"Some of you have proven your diligence,"

Luna blinks, unaware of the troubling situation that has developed for her,  'Huh...why is she looking at me...? Huh??'

"--Lieutenant Luna has been selected to conduct this years Hunter's panel. Students have also requested for your presence in the panels. Congratulations!"

All Hunters, except for Xavier, cheer for Luna's new proclaimed assignment. 

And now...Luna was expected to give a speech at Linkon University for the Hunter's Association panel. 

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'Damn it...should I look for another job or something...?'

Luna and a couple of her colleague Hunters arrive Linkon University. A school surrounded by nature, crowded by the bustling students preparing for the Spring Orientation. Out of all places...this was the last place Luna had expected to be at. Especially because this is the school where MC recently enrolled.

'Which means...there is a high chance that I may run into her...' Luna ponders, following behind the students that were in charge of directing their section of the Orientation. Luna takes quick glances here and there, her eyes wandering around each student that fit the appearance of the MC...but Luna had found no one. She wouldn't deny that she was feeling a bit on edge in encountering the infamous protagonist of her favorite game Love and Deepspace. She wasn't mentally prepared. After all, it would be quite strange to meet the character that she had always played behind her phone screen. 

'Will it be dangerous if I meet her this early on in the game...there's still two more years left...' Luna softly sighs, setting her notes on top of the podium, where before her stood rows and rows of long tables that will soon be filled up by the students. 

She shakes her head, 'Enough of that! There are more pressing matters at the moment--!'

Indeed...Luna had to prepare for her big speech, a speech she will have to present in this large hall that will soon be filled with up. Luna gulps, trying to focus her shaky eyes, 'It'sjustaspeechIt'sjustaspeechIt'sjustaspeech--'

Despite her poker face, Luna's legs started to shake.

"You look like a trembling blobfish that has been pulled out of the deep sea,"

Hearing a couple of small gasps from her hunter colleagues and gushering whispers, Luna too recognized that brazen tone, especially the way he made that snarky remark about her. Luna peers over towards the door of the hall, where her melon like eyes dawn upon those familiar coral eyes. 

That pompous artist by the name Rafayel stood beside the doorway, his lean figure slanted slightly towards the doorframe...his steady gaze solely fixed on her murky silhouette. Even though she was the only figure there he couldn't figure out...she was the only thing Rafayel was looking at.

"Been a while huh, Lieutenant..." 

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Luna silently deadpans, but she struggled to hide her obvious discomfort when she saw Rafayel. Once again, out of all places, she was not expecting to meet up with Rafayel this soon. Or rather...she didn't think they would meet again after their last encounter. After all...Rafayel was the one who suggested to never meet again.

'I forgot he was a part time Professor here at this University...' Luna looks back at her notes, trying to ignore Rafayel's presence, 'Is he here to tell me off...? Should I just pretend that I don't know him...?'

Luna nods to herself, now turning to face her colleagues, "Is the screen projector ready? Let's practice for a bit before we start--"

"--Hey! Hey! Are you ignoring me now? Seriously you have no manners," Rafayel's voice became closer, urging Luna to keep her tense composure & continue to ignore him. 

'Why the hell are you talking to me?? Wasn't it you who suggested to never meet again!?' Luna internally yells, focusing on her notes in hand while her colleagues look from between her and the infamous artist Rafayel. It was a bizarre sight...was their Lieutenant close to someone as important as him?? They could only speculate with beaming eyes, wondering about their relationship.  The hunters signal a plan with just their eyes, each of them smirking;

"Lieutenant! Why don't you take a look around campus!"

"We still have a couple of hours left before we start! Enjoy your time~"

And just like that...Luna was forcibly pushed out of the study hall with a cheeky Rafayel beside her.

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Just like every other awkward scenario...Luna had found herself staring at a bundle of napkin that was in her hand, while the pompous artist walking besides her enjoyed the crepe he had ordered just for himself. She watches with a deadpanned expression...feeling a sense of Deja vu with his heedless actions.

'Why the hell am I here with him? I should have just ditched this stupid speech...' If Luna had known it would be like this, she would have begged Captain Jenna not to go. Besides, Xavier was also supposed to join this annual panel but he always finds a way to avoid these troublesome assignments. If Xavier could ditch...so could she. 

'Damn it...I wanna go home...'

"Seems like you're a wanted women, Lieutenant," Rafayel spoke, tossing aside the unfinished crepe into the garbage bin beside them, "Will you be able to go back to your world in the state that you're in?"

Luna didn't need to ask what he meant by those words. It was obvious that Rafayel was talking about the mysterious person that knows the real Luna. She was going to ask how he knew...but she was already aware of the connections he had in The Nest. 

'He's keeping tabs on me...' Luna frowns, feeling uneasy of the idea of Rafayel doing that. She didn't know whether to find offense in his actions, after all, Rafayel only investigated someone when he wanted the upperhand. If he's been keeping watch of her after their last meetup...meant that he didn't trust her enough. Perhaps...he was looking for a reason to kill her.

Luna shivers, glancing briefly at the Lumerian beside her. It wouldn't be far off of an idea, Luna knew his deepest secrets, no one else in this world knows that. And in most cases, those who knew were on his radar, he didn't take lightly to them. 

'Rafayel...doesn't trust me...' It was all she could think of, as her heart tugs inside her chest. Even if she wanted to express this dissatisfaction towards his heartless actions, Luna knew she wasn't really in a great standing to be claiming anything. Instead, she bit her tongue to hide away these feelings.

"Did you find anything else...?" Luna mutters, fidgeting with the napkins in her hand. 

"Nope~." He pops, making Luna slightly irk at his indifferent tone. 

'If you didn't find anything then why bother telling me you were investigating me?!' Luna internally screeches, 'Why the hell am I wasting time on this damn fish!?'

"You're making a really ugly face right now, stop that," Rafayel snap his fingers over her expression, "Well, you were already ugly to begin with...but now you're super duper ugly, like a blobfish,"

Luna wasn't sure whether to be offended or angry at his statement. After all, this was technically not her body to begin with. She was hit with a bit of Deja Vu, now this time recalling Sylus's words when he told her Luna's real name.

"Lunafreya?...it truly doesn't suit you,"

Hearing that Luna could only irk as she recalled and compared the two comments. Regardless what it was, it made her almost want to strangle both of them.

'Keep calm...let's pretend he's just--'

But before she could meditate when his face inches closer towards Luna, her heart almost lunges out of her chest at his proximity. That pretty face of his was deadly.

He observes her within the distance he's put, lips pursed in a pout, his coral eyes narrow as they linger on her face. 

"Yknow...there are days where I can't see you, sometimes I even forget how you look like," Rafayel mutters, his hand rubbing his chin in thought, "But right now I can clearly see you,"

"...What are you talking about?" Now it was Luna's turn to be confused, unsure by the words he meant. Luna was unaware how she visually appeared towards the Male Leads of Love and Deepspace.

And perhaps she would never know.

Rafayel sighs, going over to fix his hair with a light shrug, "Forget it. At the end of the day you're still as bland as ever,"

"..." Luna silently glares at his rude remark, there was no need for him to mention about her appearance, 'If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say it...'

"Anyways I have a favor to ask of you," 

Luna blinks, "Huh?"

Rafayel comes to a stop at one of the small shops of the school, his eyes lingering the menu with a contemplating look. Luna stands beside him, awkwardly since he had stopped talking.

Luna felt nervous, eyeing the Lemurian, 'A favor? What exactly does he want from me...or rather...he wants me to do something for him,' She had an inkling feeling, nothing good ever comes from a favor. And considering that it was Rafayel who suggested it, it can't be good.

After staring at the menu for a long time, he finally sighs and moves along...making Luna trail behind him slowly.  

'I should make a run for it...' Luna eyes the courtyard besides them, she would rather not hear about the said favor Rafayel inclined. Before she could move her feet when Rafayel's tone cuts her off.

"You don't plan on running away right? After all you still owe me," He turns, his aloof expression gracing his beautiful features under the rays of the sun. Luna felt a slight shiver when his cold gaze locks on her. She couldn't help but cower upon his eyes, immediately sensing the power scale between both mortal and Lemurian. 

Even so, Luna didn't want to be strung along the Male Leads anymore...especially not now where she obtained information she had worked so hard to gather. She was close to finding a way back home...Luna did not have time to waste.

She gulps, keeping her gaze steady against Rafayel's. Luna was scared, but she couldn't just stay quiet this time, "I...don't recall owing you any favors. I have already given you information about the Tome of the Sea God and EVER. I think that's more than enough of valuable information," 

Rafayel scoffs, his stance seemingly relax despite his cold front. He takes a step closer, "I think you've forgotten that this valuable information was in exchanged to spare your life Lieutenant,"

Another step taunts her, "Don't you think it's a little excessive on your part? It's only right to make the deal fair on both parties,"

Luna's eyes quiver, taking a step back as Rafayel nears closer.

"I-I don't understand," Luna quickly clears, confused at Rafayel's words, "You didn't complain about our deal beforehand! So why are you now--?!"

He smiles, but Luna could tell how sinister it felt, making her stomach churn in fear. 

"Relax~ You're making it seem like I'm ordering you to kill someone," Rafayel tilts, going over to flicker his cotton bangs, "It's a small favor...and it would benefit us both,"

Luna gulps carefully, still keeping her guard up. 

"You see, there's this reporter from Bogue that has been pestering for an interview," Rafayel begins, shooing away the flower petals of a nearby tree, "Since they need a popular face for their upcoming anniversary, I was thinking that you should be the one to take the honors~"

"Huh?" Luna blinks, trying to process his words. She briefly recalls the reporter from a couple of days ago, a reporter from Bogue Magazines by the name of Ricardo. So the favor is that Rafayel wants her to take on the interview with Bogue in his place?

'Absolutely not,' Before Luna could reject when Rafayel takes another step closer, his body slightly colliding with hers as his lips were inches away from her ear. His tone is low, almost like a whisper. 

"You have somebody keeping tabs on you no?" An impudent chuckle leaves his lips, "Wouldn't it be easier to protect yourself within the eye of the public? They won't be able to do anything if you become someone famous,"

'How did he--?' Again, Luna was left star struck by Rafayel's knowledge. She shouldn't be surprise but she couldn't help herself. Instead, she chooses to listen to his reasoning. Becoming someone popular within the public's eye...indeed it would protect her to some extend. She hadn't thought about it that way, especially since she hated the idea of being the center of attention. The person who called her, she recalls their warning about her flaunting herself. Did they not want her to do that?

"So what do you think of my grand favor? It benefits us both," Rafayel smirks, seemingly proud of his suggestion.

'Though of course...placing her in the public's eye is just a trap set to lure the Big Fish out. This bland women is just bait,' Rafayel muses to himself, his smirk aloof like his gaze, 'Whether she dies in the process or not...it's none of my concerns,'

"I supposed you're right...so you just want me to accept the interview?" Luna was unsure if what he suggested was even considered a favor. Again, she had that inkling feeling that there was something more, but she knew she did not want to cross that line. Especially with someone like Rafayel.

He smiles, "That's all, easy right?"

Before Luna could respond when Rafayel suddenly chucks himself behind Luna. His lean frame trying to conceal himself behind the Lieutenant's. Unlike his previous serious tone, Rafayel's tone is now hushed and high-pitched.

"Quickly! Hide me!"

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"Quickly! Hide me!"

Luna was flustered, both by his sudden closeness and his behavior. She could feel his hand slip over her wrist while the rest of him tried to hide his larger frame behind hers. It was nearly impossible to hide himself. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" Luna whisper yells, trying to pull away from him. His hold on her wrist doesn't waver, keeping her close.

"Shh...! Just hide me for a sec--" 

"--Why should I?! Not after you threaten me!"

It was a bicker back and forth, Luna pushing and Rafayel pulling. Their actions made everyone turn to look at them, eyeing them strangely at their bizarre actions.

"Don't be like that," Rafayel grunts, trying to keep Luna from leaving, his grip inhumanly strong. Luna irks at his sudden strength, trying all her might to pull away.

She groans in pain, "I don't care! I'm already doing you the favor so why do I have to be here--"

It is then when both of them freeze when a familiar laugh rings alongside them. Such a pretty laugh, that it didn't take long for Luna to know who was the person behind such a sweet voice...

She could feel Rafayel hide further behind her, his cotton like hair tickling her neck, as a soft thumping on his heartbeat could be heard. Rafayel was nervous...or rather...his heart was responding to his feelings for the girl that was beside them.

'Its...her...' Luna shakily draws a breath, not wanting to face the girl she had always played behind the screen, the protagonist of Love and Deepspace, MC. She didn't think she would bump into her this soon...they're were still 2 more years before the Main Story begins. 

Luna could hear her own heartbeat drum inside her, frozen in place as she remained on high alert. MC's laugh continues to resonate besides them, as she appears to be talking to her friends. She was so close...yet so far.

These passing seconds felt like hours, both Luna and Rafayel remain stoic and still as they listen to their conversation.

"Hey! I heard that the crepes in Lola Shop are good let's go check them out!"

"Yeah! I'm starving let's go!!"

And with that...the group of college girls quickly take on their leave, leaving Luna to finally sigh in relief. She glances over, her eyes lingering behind MC's back...quickly recognizing that flickering brown hair that extended behind her slim back. Even from this far off distance, Luna could tell how beautiful MC is.

'No wonder they're infatuated with her...her presence is no joke,' Luna muses, unable to look away from her retreating form. 

"Did...she leave?" Rafayel's urgent tone snaps her from her daze. His eyes peer out slowly from behind her, a cold sweat passes him. He seemed very nervous. Did he really not want to meet with MC?

Luna sighs, dreading at how close he was, "There was no need to hide...its not like she was going to recognize you,"

Rafayel glares, his eyes now meeting hers, "And how can you be so sure she wouldn't recognize me?" Despite sounding so sure of himself, Rafayel already knew the answer to his question. He was well aware of MC's amnesia, as she had forgotten about their bond. And so, even if he were to show himself to the girl he had longed for so many years...she would not bat an eye his way.

Luna remains stoic, though unlike Rafayel's hostile eyes, her eyes were almost showering with pity. 

"You already know the answer to that,"

Rafayel's jaw clenches, as his eyes narrow at her with warning. But he doesn't retort to her words, because that was the truth. And it made him angry to know that Luna was right. But was pissed him off the most was the way she was looking at him...eyes that mocked him with pity. 

Rafayel didn't need to be pitied. 

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'Looks like I won't be seeing him for a good while...' Luna peers over her notes, her mind recalling Rafayel's retreating back. It seemed like he got upset with her words and left on his own accord. Even though Luna didn't quite understand why Rafayel got mad, but at the end of the day, he won't be bothering her for the time being. Or perhaps he might not ever show his face to her again. Luna would much rather prefer the latter. 

'Even so...I still need to comply to that favor of his,' Luna muses, '...though I don't want to do it...he has a point,'

Taking up the offer to do the interview with Bogue Magazines would partially help her. Being in the public's eye would benefit her protection if something were to happen to her in the near future. Luna didn't quite want to admit it...but her gut feeling was telling her to trust that offer. It had also made her remember the Fortune Teller's conspicuous words.

"Lieutenant! Are you ready?"

Her colleague's words made her snap from her daze, quickly recognizing the state she was in. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts, there was no time for her to be thinking of anything else. She had a speech to perform.

'You got this...F*CK I'M SO SCARED...!!' 

Luna had stood in front of the podium, all eyes were on her form the second she entered the hall. No one dares to blink, taking in her presence as much as they could. Some have held their breath the second she spoke, her voice cold just like her poker faced expression.

"Welcome the the Annual Hunter's Association Panel, I am Lieutenant Luna," 

Luna had begun her speech, as her colleagues followed along by helping her move the slides on the screen. Despite her monotone voice that rung all throughout the packed hall, no one dared to nod off. They were in the presence of someone whom they have seen in those viral videos, a respectable hunter that did not hesitate to put others first. 

Everyone remained in their seat without moving, taking in her words carefully. 

Luna was unaware of how much respect she had gained over these past couple of months. And her new presence had reached many eyes...even those who had no correlation to her. All eyes were on her.

'Hmph...even though she was shaking so much earlier, she managed to pull it off,' A smirk makes it way towards the pompous artist. Even though he had stormed off earlier when he got upset with the Lieutenant, he was here once again. But there was another reason why he came back.

His coral eyes linger towards a familiar silhouette that sat all the way at the edge, and even though she was in amidst of the crowd, he had no problem in searching for her. The woman whom he had formed a special bond years ago, she was right there and yet so far.

He couldn't keep his eyes away, especially the way her eyes gleam with admiration as she focused her sole attention on the Lieutenant below. That spark in her eyes made his heart skip a beat, she looked adorable.

But...

He wouldn't deny he felt a tad bit inferior, now turning to glare at the said Lieutenant, a bland women whom has taken the attention of his bride right at this moment. Rafayel didn't expect MC to have someone she would admire, especially since she was self driven by her own goals. So it came quite the shock.

'What's so special about her anyway? She's just like any other hunter,' Rafayel huffs, crossing both his arms and legs, now going over to glare at Luna. Despite what he thought, he listened to her monotone speech.

"Although there has been a recent rise of Wanderers, our Hunters have been trained diligently to prevent such casualties," Luna states, her eyes grazing the students at the front quickly. Even though her heart and mind were in a string of panic, her face remained stoic. Luna was just glad that the previous Luna has a naturally resting poker face.

"The road may be a tough one but that's how life is. There will be many obstacles in your way, or sometimes it may feel like nothing matters..." Luna felt her heart sting just a moment, as if those words were speaking on her behalf, "At the end of the day what matters the most are the results of your labor,"

Again, a drive of adrenaline emits inside Luna, her honest feelings were expressed in this speech. She wasn't aware the way her eyes gleam proudly, a small smile daring to paint her stoic expression.

"I look forward to seeing many of you soon,"

At that, the whole hall erupted with claps making her slightly flinch. She just wasn't expecting such a praise on their part. It is then when she realized how drained she was, drenched in cold sweat.

'Finally...It's done,' Luna lets out a sigh, just relieved for her speech to be over. She takes a step back, letting her colleagues take questions from the students, 'Damn it... I'm tired...'

After that, everything else felt like a blur. Luna had found herself in the midst of a company dinner, her eyes narrowed down...staring at the bubbling beer with a blank state. 

"Cheers for Lieutenant Luna's speech!!"

Her colleagues clink their beers across the table, their crowded voices echoing all throughout the restaurant. Some of them have already seemed to be passed the moon, laughing and giggling to themselves. 

Despite the celebration being held for Lieutenant Luna...she was the least delighted. You couldn't exactly quite blame her, after all she did just do a three hour speech in front of hundreds of students. Luna was drained out of her energy...

And there was also something else that was preventing her from enjoying her drink.

'How long does he plan on glaring at me...???' Luna deadpans, trying her best not to make eye contact with a certain colleague of hers. Her temporary partner who had almost killed her a couple months back...Xavier.

But it was hard not to when he was literally sitting right before her with a fierce glare. After not joining them in the panel, they all expected not to see him...but here he shows up at the celebration party. 

'I already dealt with Rafayel...I don't need to deal with another Male Lead!' Luna silently cries, now chugging her beer with a silent cry, 'I want to go home..!!'

"I think it's time we wrap up this dinner, Lieutenant Luna must be tired after a long day," Captain Jenna's voice perks up within the mist of the cheering. Luna turns to stare at her boss, her eyes almost tearing up as if she heard her silent battle cry. 

'Thank you Captain Jenna!! You're an angel!!!'

Despite the groans and complaints of her colleagues, Captain Jenna was firm with her words and had everyone leave for the night. Luna would have called this another successful day...only until she realized the person walking besides her...the same coworker who has been glaring daggers at her all throughout the dinner. 

'He definitely doesn't live in this direction...so then why is he following me?' Luna frowns, her mind jumbled up and tense at Xavier's bizarre actions. His presence alone made her anxious. Did he want to kill her??

Before she could speak her mind when she found herself stopping, Xavier's broad frame blocks her view. Luna carefully looks up at Xavier, hoping not to vex him further more. He already looked upset for some reason...and knowing how unpredictable Xavier an be. Luna couldn't help but stay on her toes, her body tenses.

"I'm only going to give you a warning just once Lieutenant or whomever you may be..." His steps taunt her, frozen in fear when the light around them flicker slightly at his warning. Those disdainful eyes of his had no room for compassion.

"...I don't know what your goal is. But if they get in the way of my plans I won't hesitate to eliminate you,"

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"I'm only going to give you a warning just once Lieutenant or whomever you may be..."

The prior day felt like a blur, from Rafayel's ridiculous antics, almost meeting MC and ending  the day with Xavier's threat...everything felt like a weird fever dream. Well generally speaking, her current life has been like an never ending nightmare no matter how much she digs into her research.

She eyes her breakfast with a blank look, picking on the food as she had no appetite. 

'Does that mean that Xavier knows I'm not actually from here?' Recalling the Hunter's words, though now reflecting back at it and hearing his threat...Luna couldn't help but be irked by it. Her mind much more clearer.

"Speak for yourself...! Don't act like you aren't hiding yourself behind an identity too!"

It was true. Xavier isn't someone whose honest about his identity, whose been forged many times by his fellow companion, Jeremiah. Xavier had worn many faces to get to where he's at...as it was his only fruit after living for such a long time.

So it was quite hypocritical for Xavier to be suspecting Luna when he too is on the same boat. But no one really likes to bare their truths of their toil right? Since Xavier had dug deep...lost within those identities, his identity fragmented for many centuries. Perhaps he had almost forgotten that he too isn't who he really is.

"Damn it...now I have a headache..." Luna churns, rubbing her head to seize the pain. Thinking of unnecessary stuff won't do her any good, and instead Luna focuses on arriving to work on time. Luna had much more important matters to face, surviving the her time here and getting a way back to her world. 

"Lieutenant Luna!! Wait! Lieutenant Luna! It's me!"

Luna halts at the familiar voice, turning towards the one who called,  'Ah...its the reporter Rafayel mentioned...' She stares at the man who came down running from the street, huffing with a slight drool on his face. Seeing his condition made her speculate that this reporter wasn't the athletic type. Luna waits for him to recover himself. 

"Ha...um!" He quickly fixes his messy state, pulling out his business card and offering it towards the Hunter, "My name is Ricardo from Bogue Magazine!! I wanted to reach out to you for our upcoming month's theme! Miss Luna you are our ideal image---"

Luna eyes the card that was given to her, seemingly taking note of its details. Even though Rafayel had asked for it as a favor, she would much rather think that she's doing it for herself. 

"--Alright I'll do it,"

"--I understand your rejection! But please---huh???"

The reporter who has been rejected on multiple occasions, could only stare wide eye at the Lieutenant's nonchalant look.

"I'll do the interview,"

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'When they said interview...they didn't mention there will be a photoshoot...'

There...Luna had found herself seated down in a very bright room in what she assumed was the dressing room. A very bright area filled with various clothing, makeup and a large mirror before her. She had tried her best to avoid her own reflection, seemingly awkward as the makeup artist worked on her face like a canvas.

"You have very pretty eyes Lieutenant, so I really want them to stand out~" The man coes, carefully applying layers around her eyes. Luna was unsure what to say really in this close up situation, feeling a tad bit bashful by his compliment. 

She barely manages to whisper, her words soft and unsure, "Thank you...?"

The makeup artist perks up at her shyness, a smile managing to paint his face as he finalizes her makeup. Once she was done, Luna was then dragged along to change her attire, being measured and fitted into the many outfits she would be wearing for the photoshoot. Luna had recognized some of the clothes she was fitted into, the same clothes she could purchase in the Game when dressing MC up. 

"You look beautiful Miss!" One of the stylist gushes, her eyes beaming as she fangirls behind Luna's taller frame. 

Again, Luna wasn't used to the blooming compliments, standing awkwardly in front of the mirror where she finally took a look of herself. Her usually bare face was colored beautifully, and despite her hair styled the same as always, with the way she was presented gave off a complete different persona. 

'Wow...the power of makeup sure is amazing,' Luna muses, quietly admiring herself, 'It's quite scary how one can change so drastically,'

"Miss Luna are you ready?"

Her thoughts are interrupted, and quickly she follows behind the other stylist towards the photoshoot area. Her eyes squint, seeing various lights gathered all in one center. Ricardo, who also happens to be attending the shoot, quickly waves her over. Upon a closer look, he gushes at her appearance, "You look amazing! Now we'll do a couple of photos for the Cover of the Magazine, and for the interview section--"

Luna stares over at the packed schedule for her shoot, becoming a bit overwhelmed as Ricardo listed. She is then directed by the photographer who sets her right in the middle of the blank background.

"Alright Miss~ Now be as natural as possible! Pretend like the Camera isn't here!"

'Easier said than done...' Luna deadpans at this, trying to find a pose without looking too awkward, 'Especially when there's so many people watching...'

Since Luna had a natural poker face, so the first couple of photos weren't quite difficult. Each style brought a different vibe and beauty from Luna. But, the photographer seemingly looked dissatisfied at the results.

"You have a very cool and calm façade Miss. So how about we change things up a bit," He then brings a finger over his lips, "Let's go for a smile!"

"A...smile?" Luna frowns. But seeing his efforts, Luna tries her best to smile as he suggested.

The photographer seemingly chuckles after a couple of clicks, "You don't often smile huh Lieutenant~"

'What's that supposed to mean??' Luna deadpans, her smile slightly twitching at his laugh. He only seems to laugh even more at her slightly annoyed expression. 

"Instead of thinking how to smile why don't you remember the things that make you happy," He brings the camera up once more, and awaiting for the expression he wanted to see.

'The things that make me happy...?'

She hadn't thought about the things that make her happy...how could she when she's been trying to get out of this game's treacherous plot for months. Luna hadn't have the time to dwell on such emotions. She thought about her previous life before all of this, though like a hazy memory...it was playing inside her mind like a reel of film.

What made her happy...were those precious moments of her life before all of this. She thought about all the happiest moments, whether they were big or small goals...even those moments that were filled with sorrows. But that is what made her feel human...that was who she truly was. In those memories...she wasn't Lieutenant Luna of the ALPHA team sector. 

She was (Y/N) (L/N)...her own person, her own goals.

The photographer shudders as he gazes Luna's expression through his camera. Even when he found it hard to take a breath, his fingers naturally find their way to click away...capturing those moments without a second thought. 

The shoot continues with various praises alongside the shutter light of the camera. Breaks for a quick change of attire or for a fixing her makeup, everything was done efficiently with no delays. As expected of a widely known company that has been highly praised by the public. 

By the time Luna felt her energy drained, it was finally time for the expected interview she had agreed to do. Unlike the previous fashionable attires, Luna was dressed in her regular Hunter's Uniform, now seated down in a comfortable space alongside Ricardo.

"Once again I thank you for accepting this grand opportunity!"

Ricardo's never ending praises only made her feel more embarrassed, ushering him to quickly ask along before she could die from embarrassment. And so, the reporter begun his questions. They were basic, and surprisingly none were personal...quite strange since reporters are known for their nosey questionnaires. Even so, Luna did not let her guard down and was prepared. 

"One final question Lieutenant Luna," Ricardo skims to the final page of his notebook, his eyes lingering a bit at the question...almost hesitant to say. But nonetheless he brings his gaze towards her, his lips part as he states his final question.

Luna stiffens...as her usual stoic expression could be seen cracking under the immense pressure of Ricardo's question. Even though she had expected much, and despite that emotional weight on her shoulders...Luna had already made up her mind a long time ago.

And with no defiance...Luna confidently answers his question.

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And just like that...Lieutenant Luna's Bogue Magazine Cover has been taken by a storm of its release. Magazines were sold at every corner, the photoshoot that were done under the company were put up on Bogue's Billboards to promote their latest cover. With that...Lieutenant Luna had become the talk for today's seasons...the public's eyes has set their sights on her. 

'If I knew it would be like this...then I wouldn't have listened to Rafayel's favor!' Luna found herself buried under the workload of paperwork inside her office, the door locked shut after her coworkers had bombarded her with questions about her Magazine Cover. Not to mention, there was a huge crowd just outside UNICORNS, the same crowd that had followed her from all the way from the train station. 

Luna didn't expect things to have gone this far...nor did she think that seeing herself in covers and large banners of her face being decorated all through Linkon City could be such a humiliation on her end. Regret has piled down her shoulders.

'I SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME!!'  

A sudden knock makes her yelp from her seat, her lips zipped as she eyes the door of her office nervously.

"Lieutenant? Captain Jenna wants to speak with you urgently,"  

Hearing the assistant's voice, Luna had to abide. Standing from her seat she makes her way towards her door, completely leaving behind her personal phone at the edge of the desk. The moment she took a step outside, her phone began to vibrate urgently...the familiar ID caller presented on her screen...

Private Investigator Damien.

On the other awaiting line, the familiar Private Investigator was seen fiddling with his phone...his outer appearance disheveled and covered with dried out blood. He looked to be in a mess, his shaky breathe visible as the cold hair envelops him. He becomes tense when the ringing continues without an answer.

"C'mon!! C'mon!! Answer...!!"

He was hidden behind a large crate of sorts, appearing to be inside what seems like an abandon warehouse. The blizzard outside seemingly worsen at each passing minute, making him shudder at the cold. Damien groans when the call is directed to voicemail...he tries again.

Again...and again...and again.

But the Lieutenant he had expected to answer his pleading calls does not answer him. His thumping heart rings in his ear, becoming more anxious at each passing second.

"Damn it...there's no time--!" He grits, trying to find a way to get in touch with the Lieutenant. His fingers search an app inside his phone, his frantic fingers typing along with his nervous yet determined gaze fixed. 

At the final note, a sudden blasts emits behind the crate he hid himself in. His body jerks at the impact, groaning in pain when his body lands roughly on the other side of the warehouse. He shudders when the flickering snow falls and touches his heated skin. His eyes squint...he didn't expect them to find him so fast. 

'F*ck they found me--!'

Before Damien could make another move when a piercing jab twists his insides, he lets out a muffled scream at this unbearable pain. The snow below Damien is now tainted with his very own crimson blood. 

"Did you really think that your little stunt would work Detective? Man you're a real pain in the a*s," A sultry voice chimes from above Damien's trembling body, hidden behind a dark cloak. A shimmering sword can be seen being held by this stranger's fingers, twisting the blade further into Damien. 

"You should have just died in that ditch," The stranger huffs, a smirk making its way on their face with how they see Damien trying to get away, "But you humans are so stubborn~"

Damien felt his lips tremble, coughing up as a trail of blood leaves his parted lips. With every single movement, the blade only pierces him further with no mercy.

A low hum echoes above Damien, the stranger eyes the phone that Damien held so tightly, "Honestly...do you really think that woman is going to protect you? The only reason you're in this situation is because of her,"

Instead of feeling weaken by the stranger's truthful words, Damien could only chuckle. 

"Even if you kill me now...the truth will be revealed soon," Damien grins, turning his head to meet the strangers baffled gaze. Even if the blade has hit his vital points...even if he knew he was going to die here...there was no way in hell he was going out without knowing the truth. A detective's intuition never lies.

"Lieutenant Luna will come to know everything you bastards have done!" 

The stranger irks at his proclamation, now driving their blade in and out of Damien's corpse with no mercy. There was just something so infuriating about the way Damien's eyes shimmer with determination despite his last moments of life. 

"Damn it...humans are so irritating!!" They grit, blood splattering all over their cloak. Before they could continue when the ringing of a phone snaps them from their angry trance.

Their piercing eyes hidden behind their hood glares over at the vibrating phone in Damien's cold hands. They quickly recognized the ID caller.

"We'll be seeing each other soon, Lunafreya~"

With one final swing, the blade that was drenched with blood stabs the phone...cutting out it's power completely and shattering it into bitter pieces.

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"There has been reports of smuggling Protocores in the Arctic, more specifically...in Snowcrest,"

Luna had found herself once again standing awkwardly side to side with the very colleague who has expressed his dissatisfaction towards her. She becomes even more distraught when Captain Jenna had assigned them yet again another joint mission with him. 

But this time...it would be in the Arctic. Where Zayne currently resides alongside Dr. Noah in Mt. Eternal.

'Out of all places...' Luna silently deadpans at the coincidence, 'I can't catch a break...'

Luna hadn't expected to get a mission so soon into the year, as she wanted to focus her remainder of her time in her research. But if frequent missions are assigned to her like this, then she will never be able to go home in time before the start of the main story. Luna could only dread the upcoming days.

"A private party will be held in MoonRise Hotel at Snowcrest, the two of you will attend as workers. Investigate the attendees and the location of the Protocores," 

Captain Jenna hands them a couple of trinkets for their mission. Luna could recognized fake IDs, small gadgets, and other miscellaneous items. 

She eyes them both, at Xavier more specifically. "This mission is quite risky. Which is why I need both of you to work together, there will be no solo activities on this mission,"

'So she realized...' Luna deadpans, eyeing Xavier briefly as she could recognized the discomfort in his sapphire eyes. Well, it was quite obvious with they way he would glare at her without any restrain. 

"Lives are at stake here so push aside personal feelings and work together. I'm counting on the both of you,"

At her stern tone, Xavier could only bite back his retort and nods. He wasn't fond of the idea of having to work together again with Luna, he would rather go back to how things were before meeting her...where she would isolate herself away from everyone else. When no one knew who exactly she was, nor heard her voice. 

But now...it was like she was a complete different person.

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The cold breeze of the never ending winter had welcomed his skin. Even though the cold was something he was familiar with, his body had yet grown accustom to it. At times, he found it hard to control it...reminding himself to always keep his emotions in check. And so, his heart had always maintain that calm effect no matter the situation he found himself in.

It was all so that he wouldn't lose reasoning in his actions, naturally so he became afraid of his own emotions. 

Even though he had faced this challenge many times...but just recently he had encountered someone that had this healing affect towards his uncontrollable will. His once power that would disperse without restrain and would hurt anyone including himself...would snuff out at that flickering warmth. 

And ever since...his power as well as his emotions have begun to surface in a different light. And it seems like those who were close to him have realized his different demeanor. 

"Zayne?  Will you be buying that too?"

The stoic man by the name of Zayne snaps from his muffled thoughts, blinking as he now focuses his attention back at the store's clerk who stared at him with a curious smile. He was here standing at the register with a newspaper he was going to purchase, but he was caught staring intently at the magazine stand beside the register. Zayne tries to clear his throat. 

The store was known for its newsletters and up to date gossip, and he was often a visitor during his free time. Zayne was someone who would pay attention to the latest news, a remote habit of his. The owner of the store had become quite familiar with the student who would often come during his time. A quiet yet kind boy that he watched grow during his frequent visits with the local doctor, Dr. Noah. 

"I've just restocked that item," The older clerk reaches over towards the magazine that Zayne was looking at, "It's been quite popular with the young folk around here! I guess I shouldn't be surprised! You're a young man after all~"

The popular magazine that the clerk held was none other than the Bogue Magazine Cover with the infamous Lieutenant. The one who had occupied his thoughts lately, a woman whose face he found hard to remember. But after catching a glimpse of the front cover, Zayne immediately recognized that forgetful face of hers. 

Before he knew it, Zayne found himself standing outside the shop, in hand both the newspaper and magazine. He looked almost defeated.

'In the end...I bought the magazine...'  He muses with a slight sweat.

Despite his troubled thoughts, he returns back from his break, now entering the lab to prepare for his next assignment. He sets down the newspaper alongside the magazine without much of a thought. Zayne didn't realize when his friend pulled up beside him, almost startling him. It was William, a cardiac surgeon who had happened to take him in as an intern back in SkyHaven. 

"Buying the newspaper again? What took you so long--Oh!?" His voice perks, and Zayne could see that he picked up the colorful print. William's eyes shimmer when he recognized the cover of the digital print. Zayne could only deadpan, a bit embarrassed to be caught like this. 

"Will...It's not--"

"--Ah, I bought this edition too! I didn't know you were a fan of the Lieutenant too!"

Zayne is taken aback, his gaze avoidant. He coughs again,  "...a fan is a stretch..."

But William doesn't take Zayne's tone by heart, his smile only growing, "She's so cool right? I still can't believe she's older than us~ I would really like to meet her one day,"

'She's older?' Zayne perks, but he doesn't express his thoughts out loud despite how interested he was. He looks back at the magazine, his earthly eyes lingering at the Lieutenant's signature pose. He didn't expect to see her in such a light, as she was someone who seemed to dislike the attention she was receiving lately. What exactly made her accept this offer to appear in one of the best selling magazine companies in the world?

Zayne could only be left to ponder at the thought.

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"I apologize...there are no rooms left,"

Upon arriving Snowcrest after hours of uncomfortable silence inside the Boreas Express...both Hunter colleagues found themselves in their respective hotel for their mission. After their obvious tension, they had wish to rest in their own rooms for the rest of the time before their assignment...but it seems like the world had other plans for them.

When they arrived MoonRise, the receptionist had to be the bearer of bad news. The hotel that was reserved for them had only one room...One Room. 

If things couldn't get any better, they had tried calling in for other nearby hotels, but all were filled up due to the city's annual spring festival. It's not like either of them could choose to sleep outside, especially with the blizzard that had begun to accumulate for the night.  It was obvious, they would be force to reside within the one room that was available. 

And so...they both had to comply. 

They were given their keycards, both Xavier and Luna were standing inside the rather luxurious room, its interior sparkling due to its high quality cleaning services. The hotel room was spacious, enough to fit around 30 people at most. Luna peers around, taking note of the 2 bed in the midst of the large room. She lets out a defeated sigh.

'Well at least there's two beds...' She deadpans, setting down her stuff. Of course, she would rather not be here with Xavier, but with how their circumstances had come, she gulped down her pride and decided to comply. But it seems like the other didn't think alike. His glare is firm, but he doesn't utter a word her way. Xavier too decides to unpack.

The air was cold and tense like the never ending winter outside, Luna glances over at the large windows with a worried look. Nothing else could be seen other than the endless folds of white snow and bright lights of nearby shops. The weather was no ideal, being stuck in this blizzard was anything but good. She could only hope for a successful mission without needless fighting. 

Her mind was clouded with worry, also thinking back about Detective Damien who has yet returned her calls. There was a strange tug inside Luna's chest, an ominous feeling hindering her gut...did something bad happened?

Luna could only speculate with the little information she had. She had sent him countless of messages to meet up, but Damien had yet to show up in those private spots she had appointed. Luna had began to feel anxious again.

'I should call again,' Grabbing her own key card, Luna hade left the hotel room without sparring a glace at Xavier. She had more pressing matters than to worry about Xavier's hostile actions. Walking down the quiet halls of the hotel, Luna presses her phone in her ear...the ringing coming to a quick stop like the other times she called and followed by the system. 

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service,"

Luna hears that repetitive line many times. She dialed again...and again and again. Luna had hoped in many attempts, that she would hear Damien's voice. But nothing.

"Did he get a new phone..?" She mutters, that uncertainty settling in her heart. Her mind recoils, negative thoughts enveloping, she could only imagine the worse that could happen. Luna scrolls through her calls, now reaching out to his agency. A couple of rings in, but no one answers. It is then she realized how late it was, naturally so no one would answer this late at night.

'Damn it...what the hell is going on...' Luna ponders, sitting down at the lobby with a worried look. Luna would have to wait for tomorrow to make the call...but for now she would have to sit down with this anxious feeling all night long.

Knowing nothing and playing the waiting game was all she could do at this very moment....unaware of Damien's lifeless body that was being hidden away from the never ending blizzard...

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"Stay here in the main floor, I will investigate the interior of the building,"

At nightfall, both Luna and Xavier found themselves arranged in their caterer uniform as their disguised for the event. Just as Captain Jenna had instructed, they were to investigate about the smuggling Protocores that will occur in MoonRise Hotel. According to Xavier, he had taken a quick lookout before the party, and he had found a couple of suspects. 

Of course, Xavier had done this all alone despite Captain Jenna's specific orders to not work alone. But Luna could care any less, she would rather have a smooth mission than to go on and fight. She already had more pressing matters to worry about. 

"Is there a lot of them?" Luna wonders, preparing the dishes in hand for the guests at the main floor. Various appetizers are displayed one her tray, and they were quite the temptation. 

Xavier seems to hesitate to answer her question, but nonetheless he lays out the information, "....There are ten of them, all from renowned backgrounds," Xavier then reaches out towards Luna's tray of appetizers, taking a few to eat. 

'They are not for you...' Luna deadpans, watching as Xavier continues to snack on the appetizers until her tray was left with nothing but crumbs. She could only sigh.

"...Alright I'll stay here," Rather than arguing with Xavier, she will go along with his plan. As long as she doesn't fight, she will let bygones be bygones.

Just as she's about to refill her tray of goods when her phone vibrates from her pocket. She doesn't have time to think, reaching to answer her expected call. After that restless night, she had only one person in mind. 

Luna's eyes shimmer, her voice filled with brimming hope, "Damien!? Are you--"

"Damien? Is that an alias, Lt?"

Luna hangs up. 

Her phone rings again, urging her to jolt. Xavier narrows his gaze at her weird antics. 

'WHAT NOW...?? WHY IS SYLUS CALLING ME???' Luna internally panics, eyeing her phone where she can see the ID caller emoji of a dragon. Her mind recoils, trying to think of the reasons for his call. She had already help set up his fruit & flower business in Linkon. Was there perhaps some mishaps in the products? Did he get caught? Was it another favor of his?? Has he grown tired of her?? Was he going to kill her!?

Luna couldn't help that her mind would wander to those negative thoughts. After all, Sylus was a cruel and dangerous individual who showed no mercy with anyone who wasn't MC. And Luna fell in the category of 'anyone', an NPC who had made a deal with the very devil. They were simply just business partners who have come to an agreement. Even though he was someone who honors deals...there was still that lingering doubt in her mind. 

'Not to mention--' Luna could feel Xavier's keen gaze boring her, '--Why is he calling me when the other Love Interest is here!!? His enemy no less!'

The ringing continues, almost ominous. Luna had a feeling that if she were to reject Sylus's calls, it would not end well. And the last thing she wanted was to die in the hands of a Love Interest in this crazy game. 

Luna carefully lets out sigh, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat, "Damien! D-Did something happen?"

It seems like he understood her situation, his low chuckle emitting from the other line. Was he amused? It had made her nervous, hoping he wouldn't blow up their cover. 

"Are you with someone right now?" Sylus muses, "Someone from your Association I presume. You sound so nervous~"

Luna irks at his pompous tone, 'OF COURSE I'M NERVOUS! I'M TALKING TO THE LEADER OF AN ILLEGAL TRADE GROUP AS A HUNTER!! I'M RISKING MY LIFE & JOB!!'

But of course, Luna wouldn't dare to yell at Sylus, especially since she valued her head more than anything. She forces a smile, "I'm doing well thank you very much. Is everything okay?"

Luna had hoped he would just get straight to the point with his needless talking, especially when she could see Xavier trying to listen in to her conversation. The skilled Hunter was already weary of her, and if he finds out she has connections with the leader of Onychinus...she can already imagine the worse. 

"You're in MoonRise Hotel, right?" Sylus hums, making her deadpan at this. 

'If you know where I am then why are you asking...' Luna knew he would spy on her because he too was weary about Luna. Oh how she wanted to be snarky but she holds herself back.

"Yeah, been busy with missions," She explains, "Did you need help with the shop?"

"Perfect," She could hear the shift on his tone, while something else could be hear in the background, like the sound of rustling paper. Sylus continues, "I need you to do something for me there,"

Luna wanted to so much scream at his words, Sylus was asking for another favor...again.

"D-Damien I don't think---"

"Relax~ I'm not asking you to kill anyone...well not yet at the least,"

'Huh?' Before Luna can process that when he interrupts her again. 

"There's someone among the guests who has been scheming to auction some Protocores of mine, without my permission at that, " Luna could easily note the way Sylus's tone shifted ominously, perhaps vexed. It is then she connects the dots of her mission and Sylus's request. The smuggling Protocores that both her and Xavier were to investigate were none other than Sylus's. The irony.

"I just want you to deliver him a nice message for me. I'll deal with the rest later,"

Luna was just glad they were both on the same side at the very moment. She imagined his irked expression, urging her to shiver.

"His name is Hohenheim, tall blonde older looking man in his late 40s. His notable features is the red eyepatch on his left eye. Should be easy to find," The description of the extinguish guest wasn't hard to note, the problem here was how to get close to him without deeming suspicious. She had to deliver Sylus's message without anyone around.  

"Okay," Luna sighs, unsure how she even got dragged into this hole of disaster. She had hoped this was his final request, "Anything else?"

She had expected Sylus to hang up, but she heard more shuffling of papers on the other line. Luna was unaware that Sylus was currently resting in one of the many bases in Goldwood City, in hand he held a rather familiar Bogue Magazine. He had taken it along when he caught the twins sneaking around the Onychinus base with the magazine in hand. 

He snickers, his ruby like eyes filled with mirth, "The Twins are curious about the Lieutenant I have made a deal with. So stop by the base,"

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Xavier was nowhere to be seen, and Luna couldn't be more thankful for that. Since Sylus had forced a favor upon her, it would be best to do it without Xavier's hawk eyes. It was also cause she did not want to deal with him.

'I don't get payed for any of this...' Luna scans the grand hall, her nose scrunched up uncomfortably at the blonde wig she had on. She recalls the detail of the man Sylus was looking for. She could only pity the unknown man, out of all people, he decided to go ahead and steal the Protocores of the notorious Leader of the N-109 zone. That man was asking to be killed. 

'I don't know whether to applaud them for their bravery or for their stupidity...' Luna muses with a frown. trying to find the older man among the chattering crowd. It was hard to distinguish the many guests, especially how packed the hall has gotten. It only got more difficult when they had gotten her working around the catering booth to prepare the snacks. 

The night had gone by quick, and most guests were ready to depart. Yet there were no signs of the said business man named Hohenheim that Sylus had mentioned. 

She irks, 'Why am I doing this again...?'

Doing her last rounds of appetizers tray when her eyes catch a quick glimpse of a flickering red patch amidst among the crowd. Her melon like eyes lock on the notable feature, that red eye patch that Sylus had described earlier. She almost forgot to breathe, now quickly trying to follow the elderly figure, her heart thumping nervously. 

Hohenheim is seen leaning near a pillar, wine in hand as his elderly face in wrinkled with satisfaction. He appeared quite content. He was alone, just as Luna needed him to be. She manages to get behind the pillar, eying her surroundings to see if anyone was close enough to hear their conversation.

The coast was clear. 

"Lovely evening we have here Mr. Hohenheim...those Protocores you have auctioned out must have been quite the sale,"

Hohenheim stiffens when her voice rings behind him, her commentary made him tense...a woman's voice whom he did not recognize knew about the Protocores he auctioned out. That information had layered of max security and only elite were aware of such information. The fingers that hold the delicate glass start to shake, as a sweat passes his cheek. 

"Who are--"

But before he could have time to ponder who this mysterious woman when her cold tone slit his train of thoughts. 

"Mr. Sylus sends his regards Hohenheim..."

Hohenheim's blood runs cold at her heed, and quickly he turns to see who the person was standing behind the pillar...but alas found no one. He could feel his own heart stop in fear, his shaking state dropping the wine glass and causing a scene. Easily enough, Luna was able to sneak away.

'My job here is done...I need to get--' Luna flinches when she almost bumps into one of the guest, grabbing her tray just in time before she could spill anything. Quick, she apologizes without looking at the person, wanting nothing more than to get out of this chaotic hall. 

"I apologize dear guest, I did not--"

"--Ah General Armstrong? Is that you?"

Luna's confused gaze meets those of an older man, who curiously looks her way with an awkward smile. She blinks, taken aback by the name he had referred to her. It is when she realized that oh so familiar uniform that was drafted over the older man. A Farspace Fleet Uniform...eerily similar to the uniform that Caleb wore in his main story branch as a Colonel. But there were more trinkets on this particular uniform. 

Her heart strangely tugs at the sight of the uniform...growing uncomfortable with the thought.

Seeing her confused expression, the man coughs slightly, now realizing the woman standing before him was wearing a catering uniform. He acknowledged his mistake. 

"A-Ah...sorry about that Miss..." He bows his head softly, taking off his Colonel's hat as a form of respect, "It's just...you look like someone that I know. You two look quite similar,"

'What...?' Luna frowns, unsure to what even think of that. Someone who looked like her? Her mind couldn't quite wrap around to the idea, already overwhelmed enough as it is with her current situation. She didn't have time to look for doppelganger, twin or whatever it may be. Luna was going to leave soon anyway so nothing else mattered. All she could really do is bow her head once more before parting ways.

But unlike her, whom did not turn back...the older man stares at her retreating form, his gaze finding her silhouette quite awfully familiar. He couldn't help but voice out his thoughts with a frown. 

"Why is the General here?"

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Luna wasn't sure how she managed to make it out of the treacherous hall, but she was just glad to be done with it. She exits the locker room of the staff, changed out of the catering uniform.

'Xavier must still be on the lookout,' Luna had wondered where her partner went for the night, no sight of him ever since their departure. Even though they were supposed to be working together. But Luna didn't mind the peace and quiet...she did not want to deal with his unnecessary glares when he's by her side. It was quite suffocating.

With another sigh, Luna enters their shared hotel room, her mind and body wanting nothing more than to rest after a long day.  

She leaves her phone on the nightstand, dragging her weary self into the bathroom and tossing aside the wig and her attire. Luna let's the water run, adjusting its temperature for her relaxing shower. All she could think of was to rest, knowing well that their ride back to Linkon would be long a dreary..

Her mind wanders as she lets herself soak away under the warm waters. Thoughts that were always muffled and lingering behind the back of her head.

Luna just really wanted to go home...go back to her real world.

Was that too much to ask?

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'How boring...' 

An airy sigh flee from his weary lips, eyes like the coral reefs narrow at the notes before him. The windows beside him had started to dim, the sun being embraced by the muddy clouds. Alongside, he could feel the crashing waves of the sea speak to him. His mood seems to match alike.

The clear mess and unpacked luggage showering across the room showed signs of his return travels, but he made no movement to organize. Was this fleeting feeling of jet lag or just laziness? He wasn't so sure himself, not when these complicated feelings of his were harboring his mood. Another airy sighs leaves his lips like a chant, now his eyes drawing back towards the empty canvas. 

He was in need for inspiration.

His mind, which is usually blessed with the thoughts of meeting his beloved, were being tainted by the thoughts of someone else...another woman. A woman who wasn't his beloved bride. Instead, a woman whom he had no fond of connecting with. He recalls their argument briefly(or it's what he considered their conversation as such) at the courtyard of Linkon University. It had worsen his mood the more he thought about her words and that knowing look of hers. 

God it had started to piss him off at how much he's thinking about her. 

'What am I doing wasting my precious anger at that blobfish?' He huffs, going to fix himself up at his disheveled appearance, which was quite impossible given how good-looking he is. A disheveled appearance only made him much more charming and he was quite aware of that. But in this state, he was fixing himself up for a breather, this stuffy place of his was making him dwell too much into his thoughts. And it help when he had blurry sketches of the said woman who occupied his thoughts. 

With a click of his tongue, the pompous artist makes his way out of his dear home, ignoring the rumbling sounds of the incoming storm of the spring showers. Even when the rain bestowed upon him, even when its hair prod closely top his face, his shirt wrinkled up against his taut muscles. He paid no mind to the uncomfortable rain, his mind buried away as he aimlessly walked around the tropical hometown of Whitesand Bay. 

Unlike him, some of the locals rushed into their shade, while he continues his long strides towards nowhere. He had no location in mind, as he was more focused on trying not to think. 

'I wish I could just forget her just how I can't remember her face,' He muses to himself. That women he thought so adversely of, was someone's whose face was hard to remember, like a mystical dark void that blurred out her entire face. Honestly, that is what drawn him to her in the first place, a woman's whose face he couldn't fathom whenever she leaves his sights. And no matter how much he draws her with his sheer memory, he could only find himself frustrated at the results. 

Even someone as gifted as him couldn't paint a single faultless portrait of a ordinary person?

It seems like this walk was only making him drown even more into those meritless thoughts, and he could only let out a frustrated sigh. The rumbling skies catch his attention briefly, the light emerges like a shackle and illuminates the  large billboard beside him. It is when he realizes the person who was displayed before the billboard. His body tenses up.

His eyes that were lingering behind his dampened cotton bangs are widen at he bestowed his sights on the display. The woman he had longed wanted to forget had now appeared before him like a forgotten fragment, as if she were haunting him. But this time, she looked...different. 

A bland woman whose face was dolled up with magic, enhancing those features he hadn't known she had. An expression he didn't know she could muster out from her usual tense poker face. He didn't realize the way his breath was caught on his throat, or the way his eyes bore every excruciating detail as if scared to miss on anything he didn't know. 

Rafayel could not look away. 

The rain continues to pour down...his body leaning against the cold touch of the showers that showed no sign of ending. He welcomed the waters...especially with the way how heated his body had become. 

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When she woke up, Xavier had already left the premises of their mission...which meant that he found something. But of course, that meant leaving her behind, even if it meant getting scolded by Captain Jenna later. Luna was left all alone in Snowcrest. 

She had the option of returning back to Linkon City, but something was pulling her back from doing so. Perhaps its the thought of wanting to escape is making her stay in this never-ending winter of Snowcrest. A vacation sounded nice, even in the middle of a snowy mountain. 

"Is Mt. Eternal this way?"

Luna didn't think she would try to find the said mountain by herself, but after thinking about meeting Dr. Noah and the medical team, she had a gnarly feeling that sat in the pitch of her stomach. She hadn't forgotten about the plot in this crucial moment, especially the accident that happen in Mt. Eternal. The one that causes a shift in Zayne's character...the incident that leaves Zayne into a bitter state of madness. 

Even as much as she debated on going...perhaps her warning about the unsteadiness of the Protofield could cause a butterfly affect in the Game. But it didn't matter to her whether or not it does, because at the end of the day...her existence has already shifted the fate of the Game. An Anomaly that shouldn't exist...a character that was supposed to have died...

Luna had felt her chest ache, if she planned to leave at least she wanted to leave with her conscious clean, leave with no regrets. 

"It's just up this slope, you will see the ward," An elderly man points, and Luna brings her gaze towards where he points, "You should hurry up soon, the blizzard will pick up again,"

Just up the slope right? Easy enough.

That is until Luna found herself being almost buried alive by the blaring blizzard. And if the snow dogs hadn't sniffed out her scent from beneath the snow, she would have been done for. But regardless, she was finally here in the base of Mt. Eternal. The man who had found her was none other than the man of the hour, Dr. Noah. 

"How are you feeling Miss? Are you still cold?"

She was offered a warm mug of tea upon resting in Dr. Noah's office, her body engulfed with a woven blanket carved carefully by the locals. She welcomes the hospitality with an awkward smile, peering around the busy ward. Each passerby being either soldiers or medical staff. She could feel the tension amongst them, since there was no telling when another Wanderer's attack may happen. Everyone was on a lookout. 

It had made Luna somewhat regret coming all the way up here, especially with how busy they are. Has the Special operation already commenced? Luna begun to worry. 

"I ought to thank you for the save...and I'm sorry for intruding," Luna felt a tad bit ashamed, bowing her head out of respect for the elderly doctor. She had expected a swift meeting but instead he had meet her while she was almost drowning among the snow. 

Despite her worrisome state, Dr. Noah could only chuckle, "It's fine, I'm just glad we found you before the storm gets worse, Lieutenant,"

He takes a sip of his tea, tilting his head in thought, "Did something happen? It's not common to see Linkon's Hunters around these areas,"

Luna nods, she too taking a sip of her drink, "Yes, I was on a mission in Snowcrest,"

Of course, Luna wasn't supposed to disclose intel on her mission. And she wasn't going to. But instead she would plant a white lie, a lie that would be disguised as a warning for Dr. Noah and the rest of the medical and combat teams. Though Luna had started to doubt, would they even believe her? How could she warn them about the dangers without sounding suspicious?

"I've heard---"

Before Luna could try to explain her complicated thoughts when a sudden blast trembles the ward they reside in. Luna quickly stands on guard, her hand outstretched towards Dr. Noah as a shield, her instincts had told her to fight. And by hearing the roaring sounds emitting down the hall, proved that it was a Wanderer attack.  

"Stay here Mister!"

Without a second thought, her body automatically runs towards the rumbling, passing by various doctors who scramble to their feet while maintaining their balance. She felt a sense of Deja vu. And once again, she had found herself standing before a couple of emerging Wanderers, the Protofield had begun to submerge by their presence alongside the help of Mt. Eternal. 

No matter how many times she finds herself in the amidst of these ruthless battles, even with the original Lunafreya's combat experience...Luna will always be scared. 

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The flickering water emerges from her palms, the flow of the stream helps evacuate the rest of the medical staff away from the roaring area. Just like before, she creates a large sphere of water, blocking anyone from approaching Luna and the Wanderers. The Ward wasn't ideal place to fight, and Luna had to fight them head on without its Protofield activating. 

"What's going on!?"

"Who is that--!?"

"--Its Lieutenant Luna from UNICORNS!!"

Luna could hear their outbursts, of course some muttering in confusion as to why a Hunter from Linkon City be all the way here. But that didn't matter, there was literally a hovering beast that was waiting to launch at her without warning. This fight and the safety of the people is what mattered right this very moment.

Even if deep down she felt scared...even when her hands were trembling on her sides. Luna had to fight, regardless if she wanted to or not. And just like her previous fights, she steadies her stance and prepares to shoot. 

Outside the water sphere--the rest of the combat medical team arrived to the scene, Zayne being among the confused crowd. His eyes waver as he laid his eyes upon that familiar wall of waters, through the dense liquid where he could see that recognizable silhouette. There was no denying on who was the person responsible for this aquatic sphere, which had been form as a barrier to trap anyone that resides within. The one who has been occupying his mind over these past couple of months, the faceless woman whom has interrupted those triggering nightmares. 

'Lieutenant Luna is here...?' Zayne's heart had fluttered at that moment...just for a moment. 

He snaps when the rumbling continues, as everyone rushes past him to recover. Despite how he felt, he clears his confusion and focused on the remainder of the staff. He analyzes the situation. Quickly masking his phase, Zayne reaching out towards those who were injured.

"What happened?"

"Open fracture on the lower left leg. Major artery damage. We'll apply pressure to stop the bleeding first!"

Though Zayne had himself occupied by the injured, his mind lingers towards the Hunter inside the water sphere. He could hear the faint sounds of gunshots and roaring Wanderers. He is reminded of the incident on Lake Capetown.

'She's fighting alone again...' He ponders, addressing pressure to wound on the Soldier's arm. With his quick and precision, the wound is stabilized. He stands once the other medical staff take care of the rest, and Zayne goes to another patient in need. Even when his mind was filled with worried thoughts, not missing a single second to glance at the aquatic sphere whenever he could. Did she need assistance? How many Wanderers were trapped with her? Is she doing okay? Why was she here?

The Artic was a never-ending battle field, sometimes death was inevitable and was always knocking. It was a frightening concept that no one was able to get used of no matter regardless of its happenings. Death was a natural fear. 

And fear was something no human is able to escape.

Luna had forgotten momentarily just how terrifying Wanderers are,  especially with how cruel those creatures are when it comes to another life form other than themselves. She watches as the much larger Wanderer had swung its claw at a much smaller ones, and thus they all begun to fight among themselves.

She could hear her own heart echoing in her ears, her hands sweaty at the grit of the gun, eyes dilated as she slowly steadies her breathe. She remains still, making sure to not make any subtle movements that would alarm the herd of Wanderers. Wouldn't it be the ideal to let them destroy themselves? 

Just like the circle of life, the strongest survive among the pack. The weak are left behind...left to be devoured by the Strongest.

'Damn it...Why am I doing this?' She began to doubt, the lingering thought that always kept crippling in the back of her mind every time she involved herself further into this turmoil story. Why was she here when she could have returned back to Linkon and continued her research? Luna wasn't sure why either...this was out of her character.

And  yet here she was in the midst of a battle. 

Even her sweat is quiet, trickling slowly her weary face as if afraid of dropping off from her face. Afraid that its single drop would alert the horde of fighting Wanderers. 

Time was ticking, she hadn't known how long it took until the final Wanderer stood groggily at the center...now its gnarly gaze peering at her lonesome form. The moment its eyes locked on her, she was his new target. 

Luna braced herself. Encountering death's door many times when dealing with these creatures of Deepspace. Shots were fired, her Evol trickling with each bullet like a dancing blade. She doesn't count the amount of ammo she used, nor how her body was calling out in desperation. She focused on her sole target, on her survival. 

Luna had to survive no matter what.

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The sphere created by water had washed away and left the behind the only person responsible for its creation...Lieutenant Luna had stood tall with that unwavering poker face she had mastered for many years. Behind a façade that wasn't hers...but it was all for her survival in this world.

A step, and she almost stumbles back. But a firm hand finds its way behind her before she falls, a reassurance that everything was over. Her gaze follows at the one who assists, again finding herself leering into those earthly eyes. The last time she had seen them were under the autumn trees, the golden streaks that made him glow. But now...he was engulfed by the never ending winter of Mt. Eternal, dim & tired. 

'Zayne...' She blinks, recognizing how exhausted he looked. Those never-ending nightmares that he's been haunted by Dawnbreaker...and the tragedies in these mountains. Her heart tugs at this. That's exactly why she stayed behind...her heart was unable to leave Zayne here and lose himself deeper into the madness on Mt. Eternal

"Lieutenant Luna," His voice snaps her from her trance, gaining her strength back and slightly pulling away from his touch. It felt that she was inwardly being rude to him by being this close. She knew he wasn't the touchy type, as his warmth was only meant for one woman. And Luna was not her. 

"Sorry...and thank you again," Luna avoids his gaze, unaware of the way his fingers twitch forward when she parts. Zayne is just about to scoot closer to her but-

"-Lieutenant! Are you alright?" William's voice snaps Zayne from his trance, pulling back his hand just as quickly. The military doctor quickly inspects Luna, his hand going over towards her bleeding palm, a wound caused by her jammed gun. She had monetarily forgotten about her well being from the adrenaline of survival. She could feel the wound pulse now that the adrenaline had come to a stop.

'At times like these I wish I could use my Evol...'

She finds herself in one of the many medical tents, William attending her wounds while Zayne left to attend the others. Luna finally grasps the situation they are in, her eyes glancing over the soldiers who were injured while the doctors rush in and out hurriedly. Like a turmoil that did not rest...this was the life up here at Mt. Eternal. And soon, a tragedy would occur on the special operations mission. 

'I don't have time to idle around...I need to warn them,' Luna stands, startling the military medic. 

William gasps, worried "You should rest Lieutenant--"

"--My Evol can heal,"

His faces crunches up in confusion, and Luna could only sigh. Showing him with actions was much more easier than to try to explain the properties. Luna approaches one of the beds, her eyes peering over at the wounds that were yet to be covered up. Just as she always done it, her hand is extended towards the wound, water dancing out of her palm. 

Many have heard rumors about the Lieutenant's special ability, and now they get to witnessed this enchanting ordeal right before their eyes. The medical team watched in awe at the way its healing properties actually helped restore the tissues and solidify the wound. 

It was like a miracle being performed. 

"My...leg...!!" The soldier gasps, eyes widen as he now stares at his scar free leg, "It doesn't hurt!"

Luna lets out a soft sigh of relief, glad to have helped the trembling soldier. Of course, not only could she heal the wounds, she can also restore their energy.  Quite the useful Evol. But it's only downside was that Luna was unable to use these healing abilities on herself. She had tried to heal herself once...but her Evol mysteriously rejected her advances.

Luna peers over at her hand, 'It's strange...her Evol works just fine with others but when it comes to healing this body...' She frowns, a strange tug jolting inside her, that uneasy feeling crippling in the back of her heart.

'Sometimes...it feels like it doesn't belong--'

"--You're Lieutenant Luna right?"

Her train of thoughts are interrupted, a shadowing figure looming above her. Luna looks up, seeing a rather displeased look peering over at her. She could immediately take note of this man's hostility. Luna quickly takes a look over at the stranger, a man in a uniform just like the rest of the injured soldiers. But instead, this man carried extra badges, indicating he is from higher authority. Luna knew right away who this man was, recalling Zayne's Anecdotes; Never Ending Winter.

'He must be Captain Xander...' She stands form her knelt position, "That's right,"

Captain Xander was quick to show his displeasure, "You shouldn't be here Lieutenant. We appreciate the help but please return to Linkon,"

She figured that they wouldn't quite like the idea of her being here. But Luna wasn't going to back down this time. 

"I refuse," Luna states, "As you are already seen, my Evol can heal."

"Mt. Eternal isn't a playground Lieutenant," Captain Xander glares, he too is firm, "We do not need outsiders to interfere, especially not those who do not take their job seriously,"

'He must be referring to the magazines...' Luna muses, 'So he thinks I'm being a hunter just for the funs of it...makes sense,"

Indeed, Luna appearing in those best selling magazines appeared like she was flaunting herself around. But she only did that in order to shield herself within the Public's eye. Even if she didn't want to do it...she had to become a known figure in order to protect herself from the person who had threatened her. 

"Despite what you think, I am staying,"

The medical tent had become tense from their stand off, the soldiers are quiet as they peer between both their Captain and the Lieutenant of Linkon's Hunter Association. Not a single soul moved from their still positions, too afraid to deepen the tension in the tent. 

Quickly as it arrived, it was cut off by an approaching soldier who enters the tent, "Captain Xander, we have finished up the preparations for the mission,"

Luna perks at this, her eyes widen in realization, 'The special operations is happening...!'

Xander nods at his subordinate, "Alright, let's head out,"

Luna takes a step forward, standing before the Captain, a determined glint in her eyes that she wasn't aware she could muster. 

"Let me join in on the expedition,"

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"Outsiders are not permitted on these operations, leave at once Lieutenant,"

Captain Xander had walked out of the tent, his boots grinding onto the snow below as he refused to acknowledge the persistent hunter beside him. On his heed, the other surrounding soldiers salute their captain, then gasping when the recognized the woman beside them. Both Captain Xander and Luna ignored the youngsters' faces. 

Luna insists, her voice slightly raised, "You've seen what I'm capable of, my Evol works best in these life risking missions,"

Captain Xander comes to a stop, his glare firm on her, "I am not breaking protocol for somebody like you. I will not tolerate further demands. Victor please escort her awa--"

"-I am begging you!" Luna never though she could raise her voice like this, nor the way her expression twisted with such desperation. Even Captain Xander seemed taken aback by her expression & persistence. Her voice had rung all throughout the ward, and now everyone turns towards their commanding officers with peculiar looks. 

Captain Xander's gaze narrows, as a sweat passes his cheek, "You--"

"Captain Xander," An overly familiar icy tone intervenes their intense conversation, both turn as they recognized the gifted field doctor, Zayne. He approaches them, his steady gaze acknowledging both of the superior officers. 

"It wouldn't hurt to have another helping hand," Zayne offers, tilting his head softly towards Luna's direction, his gaze silently praising her, "Her Evol could help greatly for emergencies,"

Captain Xander knew Zayne wasn't someone who easily throws compliments, nor aide someone like this in amidst of an argument. He was fairly neutral, mind clear as his feelings are kept in check. That is what made him such an admirable doctor, and someone within that level of gift had stepped up and spoke his mind. Not only that, Captain Xander recognized how Zayne had helped two of his soldiers, indebted to him. 

Xander had no choice but to bend his will, favoring Zayne completely. 

"Understood..." Captain Xander glances at Luna, his eyes still stern but had soften up briefly because of Zayne, "You will need to sign a contract...my soldiers and I will not be held accountable for whatever reason during your stay with us. If you don't agree you are free to leave,"

Luna had to take the option, nodding her head, "Of course,"

She will have to gift a whole year of sweets for Zayne.

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Luna had brought out her dark uniform, long-sleeved and slightly warm enough for the treacherous expedition that will take place in under an hour. The Special Operation team that will enter Mt. Eternal, a mission that will change many lives...including Zayne's character. 

"Our mission is to find the center of the Protofield and eliminate it to stop the creation of Wanderers," Captain Xander begins, "The speculated location is in the valley of the northern cliff. this operation is more difficult and even more dangerous than any others before, so you must all strictly follow orders and do everything in the name of safety..."

Luna listens in as she equips herself, promising herself with a stern look, 'I must prevent the incident no matter what...I can do this...my Evol has grown strong so I can heal more injured than before,'

It felt almost out of character after being this persistent, but she knew her heart wouldn't settle if she were to leave now. She wouldn't deny how scared she was, but she must overcome her fear. Luna hadn't realized how much her leg was shaking under the table, thumbing hard against the rather solid snow. 

"Nervous Lieutenant?" A familiar voice perks from beside, and she is greeted by a orange sponge of hair. It was the medical soldier who patched her up. He doesn't let her answer, now sitting beside her with grin, "I don't think I introduced myself! My name is William,"

Luna stiffens at the name, her heart slightly sinks when she recalls Zayne's Anecdote. William, a cardiac surgeon who had happened to take him in as an intern back in Skyhaven School of Medicine and now a medic of the Evol Special Rescue Unit.

And the friend that Zayne loses during the expedition...caused by the Protocore fragments.

"I know this might be sudden but my fiancée is such a huge fan! Do you mind if I could get an autograph from you once we get back from the expedition?" His words snap her from her negative trance, urging her to blink at his peculiar request. He seems a bit ashamed, almost blushing. 

'That's right...things are different now...' Luna's shoulders slightly limp, seemingly relaxing, 'I know what happens in the Game...so I can change it. I can keep these people alive with my Evol,'

A small smile makes it towards her face, nodding, "Of course,"

The snow began to pick up as they walked...venturing deeper becomes a challenge. The terrain becomes treacherous, and more Wanderers show up. The challenges arose, but unlike how the Anecdote goes...there are no casualties. Why?

Because Lieutenant Luna's Evol healed the injured and restored their tired energy. 

She had become the greatest source of their relentless power, and they relied on her more and more as the blizzard picks up and the Wanderers persist. Even though Captain Xander did not want to admit...he was relived to have allowed Luna to tag along. 

All but one seemed to not think about her in such way, his earthly eyes narrow whenever he catches her flinching when using her Evol. They way her eyes grow tired, the way her steps are much slower, they way she tries her best to stay up. She was good at hiding her weakened façade behind her poker face, but Zayne has always been awfully perceptive.

It was one of his many good traits.

"Go to sleep, I'll keep watch for tonight,"

Luna's gaze glances briefly at the silhouette that hovers above her, eyes hazy as she tried her best to not lose focus. She didn't need to know who the person was that spoke to her, she recognized that frosty tone anywhere. Luna shakes her head, covering herself further into the wool as the night's blizzard begun to pick up. 

"You're in the front lines, you should rest more," Luna retorts, not planning on moving from her spot, eyes gazing over at the endless folds of snow. She knew Zayne was pushing himself as well, but she wouldn't take him for granted on his selfless actions. That's just how he was, always saving people because of those nightmares. He was afraid of hurting others, Zayne was a kind soul.

It didn't seem like neither of them would budge. And Zayne had come to acknowledge this.

"I will join you then," He murmurs, now taking a seat besides Luna. 

She doesn't complain nor pushes him away. Luna lets him be...after all...staying up all night was quite the lonely job. And even when he was a man of few words, his presence alone was comforting enough under this winter night. 

It was like this for a while, none uttered a single word as they stare off into the endless distance. Only the sound of their shuddering breathe and shifting positions were their echoes.

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"We'll keep going north, once we arrived we should see the valley where the Protofield should be,"

Captain Xander had gathered the team to huddle around the wooden table, showing the map of Mt. Eternal and their current location. According to him, it would take just one day to arrive their destination, perhaps they would arrive around night. Most of them were just glad that it was almost over. 

Luna recalls the Anecdote, she had gotten a bad feeling. If they were to arrive at night, they would be too tired to fight off. And Luna had started to feel that her Evol was not going to suffice for their survival. She had grown weak and tired.

"I suggest we rest halfway for today, if we arrive at nightfall we might be too tired to set up & destroy the Protofield," Luna points, arms crossed with a serious look, "We need all the energy that we could muster for our final attack,"

"I agree," Zayne steps beside Luna, his gaze solely focused on her. "Since we're already so close, we should prepare,"

Captain Xander sighs, the warm air of his body leaving his lips and creating a smoky effect, "Alright, we could use a little bit of rest,"

And thus, they agreed with Luna's suggestion, taking half the day before completely arriving at the end of the valley. The light was still up, making it midday.  And clear, they could see the dense forest is filled with dead trees and faint blue light flickers on the broken branches. The continuous ringing of the detection alarm and the sight in front of them all point to one thing: the Protofield's center.

Determination filled in their faces, everyone moves accordingly like planned.

"Orientator calibration."

"Done."

"Electrical current ready."

"Metaflux barrier test initiated. One-"

"Bunker is ready.'

"Anti-Protofield system set up complete."

"Limit of Protofield strength reached. Transmission progress at 75%."

"Magnetic field coordinates confirmed: 57, 31, 64..."

"Transmission progress has reached 100%."

Everything is ready.

Then a blast & the impact is grand. It is soon followed by the roaring sounds of dozens Wanderers. And despite their conditions, everyone must brace themselves for the incoming attacks. 

"A large energy fluctuation has been detected on the north side of Mt. Eternal!"

"Metaflux levels have surpassed the third threshold!"

"Target area is shifting!"

"Signal reestablished!"

The HQ in the Ward of the steep mountain, they finally received notification of Special Operations team. Quickly they take action. The Commander picks up the intercom, his powerful voice booming into the mic.

"The Protofield in Mt. Eternal has been destroyed. I repeat, the Protofield in Mt. Eternal has been destroyed! All units! Head to Mt. Eternal and bring back Special Operations!"

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"No, no no! P-Please...!"

A soft mutter, almost hard to hear out under the intense blizzard that had surrounded them. The blast had caused almost everyone to fall unconscious, and those who managed to stay put had become tired after fighting the Wanderers. Now...it was just the cold blizzard coating their bodies.

Zayne's vision is hazy, black dots clouding his sight as he could hear a feint voice not far from him. How long has he been out?

"You won't die!"

That voice, Zayne could recognize her voice in a heartbeat. The desperation in her  tone he never once heard from her, made him completely snap awake. Even when his body was screaming in agony, he made the utmost effort to sit up. His eyes quickly search for the hunter who stayed by their sides, his voice caught in his throat when he lands his eyes upon the scene.

Strange black crystals forming across his dear friend, his limbs twisting as his screams are shunned by the blizzard. Luna sat beside him with an agonizing look, her hands trembling as her Evol glowed that familiar blue hue. The dancing waters slowly begun to purify those strange black crystals. 

"I can stabilize it! Just bare with me...!" Her words stumble out of her lips, trembling, "Hold on...!"

William's face twisted in pain, his voice hoarse, the crystals consuming his bone and embedding themselves in his flesh, "STAY AWAY...!"

The air around them explodes, tossing both Zayne and Luna several feet back. But with her pumping adrenaline, Luna stands up, disregarding her own being as her sole focused was to save Zayne's friend. Luna finds her way to William's side, her clear desperation seemingly uncanny from her usual stoic expression. Zayne felt his body tense, gathering all of his strength to stand up. 

"Hold on please...! I can save you...!"

It was no use...no matter how much Luna pours her Evol onto the black crystals...it wasn't enough. She had already reached her breaking point, she was at her limit. Luna knew this would happen, which is why she prepared herself. But she had underestimated her own limits, she didn't think her body would become weak. 

Luna thought she had everything under control.

Her eyes gaze in horror when her Evol was unable to halt the spreading crystals, morphing William's body with no remorse. The were forming his body into something indescribably hideous, twisting his bones and flesh while being alive...Luna was unable to halt this transformation. It was too late.

The tissue underneath the crystals rapidly forms a strange shell. 

"Kill me...KILL ME!!!"

William's mutilated figure hovers above Luna, crystals have encased William's body, leaving only his eyes to stare at her with hope and desperation. She remains frozen in her stance, unable to look away from William's frightened eyes...seeing her own terrified expression reflected upon that gaze.

"I don't... want to become a monster..."

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"I don't... want to become a monster..."

For Lieutenant Luna...well...the lost soul that resides within--(Y/n) (L/n)--she who was a devoted fan for the mobile game Love and Deepspace, spending hours of her life playing and investing in any way she could. A game that changed the trajectory of her life, helping her through some of her sleepless nights. 

She awakes one day, and finds herself being part of the world she had seen just from her screen, an all so familiar scenario she had read in countless of fanfictions...but those were far from her reality. Not the world that once adored her through the screen.

She wasn't the one the Male Leads had devoted themselves to, not even for a fraction of their affection. She wasn't the protagonist of the game, she wasn't the one who will change the world. 

She soon came into terms with her situation, not like she had any other choice. In a world where everyone was hostile, constantly on edge for unpredictable dangers...it was hard to keep up.

After many months of living behind the faceless NPC in the game of Love & Deepspace...no matter how difficult it got, (Y/N) did not waver. A bit weird. Anyone would lose their minds if they find themselves in another world that wasn't in their comfort zone. 

But (Y/n) had found herself being heavily influenced by the body she currently hosts, Lunafreya's old habits. Whether she wanted to or not...her soul was bound with the NPC. As if (Y/n) has become one with Luna's identity. At that thought, it had started to eat at her consciousness, afraid to lose her real self...even staring at her own reflection was becoming terrifying. 

Even so, Luna didn't want to leave after knowing the tragedies that happen, tragedies that could easily be prevented. She was far too deep into the rabbit hole of its lore and characters, and those feelings were easily influenced. And so, Luna had accepted to partake into this dangerous operations.

She thought she could change their fates...perhaps even just a little. But Luna had forgotten about the Fortune Teller's words;

"Whether or not you are prepared for such change, it is inevitable. The old ways are no longer useful thus you must replace them to embrace that change,"

Her voice rings again.

"Fate is always in motion and cannot be moved by human action alone. The Wheel of Fortune will move forward again once you learn how to let go,"

Words that once ringed hollow inside on Luna's mind and begun to resurface. Luna stares into the desperation of William's eyes, her body trembling from the piercing wounds. It felt like everything had come to a stop, like a nightmare that didn't want to end. 

Snow falls again.

Her cold & trembling body is soon embraced...an unfamiliar scent coated with the smell of iron and dirt. Her vision is blocked, and she was unable to see William. But she couldn't forget his desperate expression, how could she? She was supposed to save him...she knew how this would end, and that was the more reason she was supposed to save William. 

"I was supposed to save him..." She mutters against the coat of the one who embraced her, "I knew this was going to happen and yet...!"

She finally broke...that façade she had always hid herself behind had finally cracked like a fragile porcelain mask. 

"What's the point of this power...if I can't save one single person...!?" Her eyes burn, the unfamiliarity of tears that she had never shed once. They hurt her, these tears hurt. Her body hurts. Her heart hurts. Everything hurts.

Months and months of holding these emotions, these feelings she masked over and discarded and begun to surface like a crashing waterfall. Everything came in tumbling down, her mind scatters from her reincarnation, the mistreatments, the threats...everything was too overwhelming. 

Her wails echo all throughout the steep mountain, passing through like the wind. The one who holds her doesn't make urge her to stay quiet, nor does he condemn her for those tears. He doesn't push her away as she grits onto him tightly. or the way her tears and snot had begun to stain his coat. He lets her be, he lets her cry her poor heart out. 

His fingers are stiff and the icicles on his palm were covered in blood. His eyes waver, holding onto the Lieutenant as his gaze sees William's body takes a few steps forward before taking his fall, eventually dissipating into greyish-blue smoke.

His breathe catches on, the howling wind becoming more and more intense with each passing second. Just like in those nightmares, he could feel the presence of the one that haunts him, the wails and cries of the dead re surfing like a broken clock. The people he killed in his dreams remind him of who he truly is. His body tenses.

He refuses to look up, his grit tightens as he holds onto the warmth he embraces...an unfamiliar scent he never once thought he would seek to shield himself from this nightmare. 

But Zayne chooses to embrace it with hope, a life that was still here with him under this cold mountain.

He wasn't alone.

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Luna didn't remember what happened. By the time the recovery squad arrived and helped them down...They were back at the Ward. The medic team quickly aided those who were injured and thankfully all were minor injuries.

All except for one casualty...William.

The one person Luna was unable to save due to fate.

"Fractured bone on the left arm, certain areas will require stitches," The medic team analyzes Luna, whom pays them no mind nor does she respond when they ask her questions. They leave her be, and proceed to patch her up and prepare her medical record. Luna remains inside the tent with an unreadable expression, seemingly lost in her thoughts.

Despite wanting a moment of peace and quiet, Captain Xander enters her tent. His eyes peer over at the Lieutenant, eyes narrowed at her sudden dull expression. He seems to hesitant for a moment about the words he going to tell. 

"I've received a call from your Captain back in Linkon," He starts slow, "They are requesting for your presence..."

Luna doesn't retort and just nods. 

Captain Xander's jaw clenches, his brows furrow, "If they ask you what happened just say I forced you to join the operation--"

"--You don't have to cover for me Captain, I was the one who forcibly joined and made you break your protocol because of my selfishness," Luna cuts, now standing up from them bed, she slightly staggers almost falling. Captain Xander quickly catches her with ease, his older face scrunched up with worry. He is careful not to hold onto her cast arm.

Luna regains her strength, feeling her muscles tense with soreness, "I overstayed my welcome here..."

Just as she's about to leave the tent when Captain Xander voice rings again behind her, unlike previously where his tone was hostile and tense. His tone is soft, almost like a whisper. 

"You are more than welcome to visit the ward anytime, Lieutenant Luna,"

She could feel her heart sink, but she doesn't give the Captain her reply. She leaves as the sun begins to set across the cool horizon of Snowcrest, she shudders as she reaches down the mountain with the help of the snow dogs and soldiers. By the time she arrives to station, Zayne had just finished up wrapping his report on the operation. 

His steps are quick, his snow boots tossing small gravel with every passing step. He finally reaches towards the tent where he left Luna, but he halts when he sees Captain Xander walk out with a contemplating look. Zayne felt his chest tighten, but his expression remains stoic to mask his feelings. 

"Captain Xander," Zayne calls as he approaches the superior officer, "How if she?"

Captain Xander lets out a soft sigh, rubbing his temples with a frown, "She left. Hunter's Association has summoned her...and by the looks of it...she might get into trouble,"

Zayne's eyes briefly widen, "In trouble? For saving the lives of the medical crew?"

"She broke protocol, which would probably get her suspended for a short period of time," Captain took note of Zayne's troubled gaze, making him sigh again, "Don't worry, they can't possibly reprimand for for such a long extension...especially since she saved many lives here in Mt. Eternal,"

Zayne realizes what this means. Of course, the medical team that had accompanied them on the special operations were still alive and well. They had witnessed Lieutenant Luna's efforts, the risk she was making while using every bit of Evol to restore their energy and heal their wounds. She had risked so much. So if the Hunter's Association in Linkon wanted to put her on the bad spotlight, they would have to go through the people she had saved. 

Zayne felt relieved to hear this, but his heart still lingered at her absence. His eyes draw towards the tent where she once was, but her presence was no longer here close to him. There was this strange tug deep within his forsaken emotions...but they were deeply rooting inside his core for him to understand what they meant.

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Luna enters Boreas Express, this time alone without her partner. Her body finally takes its toll, slouching against the comfortable seats of the train, eyes dilated towards the windows where she gets to witness the pale scenery of what is left of Snowcrest before she returns back to the immerse city of Linkon. 

She could already guess how things would go from here...and she wouldn't be surprised if she were to be kicked out for breaking protocol. And she had come into terms with the idea, it would benefit her, especially since it would give her time to continue her research her way back home. 

After the events that had unfolded in Mt. Eternal...she would rather not go through another heartbreak again. 

'I want to go home...'

Her whole body had begun to ache from the events, wounds that have begun to re surface no matter how much she tries to erase them. Luna closes her eyes, trying to rest with the remainder of her time. 

Because she knew very damn well by the time she arrives Linkon, she would not be able to rest.

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The blaring sun looms over an artificial island, despite its closeness the air was rather chilly due to the atmosphere. Within, the city was bustling with high tech support and its busy residents. A crowd of students can be seeing lurking around the shopping center, enjoying their final break before their anticipated graduation. 

"Man I can't believe that we'll be graduating in four months!"

"Time sure flies..."

Their youthful chattering continues.

"Yall nervous?"

One of them laugh, "Nervous? Nah! At least I'm not the one delivering a speech on graduation day,"

At that they all turn to face the Golden Boy of their year, the sun bathing him in a golden like glow, galaxy like eyes hidden behind the athletic cap he had received as a gift during one of their carnival games. He seemingly smirks, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Seems to me like you're dying to trade places with me," He grins, "You should give it a go then~"

The other scoffs, making a barfing face, "Over my dead body Caleb!"

Everyone erupts into laughs, continuing their way to enjoy what was left of their break. Times like these were rare for them, students that were often busy finishing up their courses and flights...sleepless nights of endless studying, never ending lectures of professors and many more. 

The sun began to set on their end, indicating the end of their journey. Some began to whine thinking about their awaiting homework and late night lectures. One of the students eyes the bookstore that pass by, stopping when his eyes catch a glimpse at an item stand in front of the store.

Another took notice of his actions, tilting his head in wonder, "Gideon? What's up?"

The student by the name of Gideon picks up a magazine from the stall, his eyes gleaming as he takes the magazine for further inspection. At this, the rest of the schoolmates have stopped to peer at the item Gideon holds with such admiration. Some gasped. 

"Yo!? Is that the Lieutenant Luna magazine?!" 

"Bro where did you get it!? Give it here!!"

All seem to have known who this person was in the infamous Bogue Magazine...all except for one student. The Golden Boy by the name of Caleb. Unlike them, he blinks at their enthusiasm.

"Lieutenant...Luna?" At his confusion, his friends gasp again, clearly offended at his confused remark. At that, one fo them hands him the magazine, clearing his throat before he began to explain with a proud look.

He exclaims, "She's a hunter based in Linkon! Her fighting technique is super cool, not to mention when she--"

But the student by the name of Caleb doesn't listen to his ramble, his gaze focused on the cover with a peculiar look. Caleb tilts his head, his fingers rub his chin in thought. 

'Lieutenant Luna...where have I heard that name before...?'

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Blaring lights blind her sight. 

The ringing sound of the heart monitor resides around her.

The smell of iron was detestable.

There were feint mutters around, and it was hard to comprehend their words.

She couldn't open her eyes as much as she would want to, the fluorescent light keeping her away. 

She wanted to move, but she could feel her body being restraint against a cold surface.

Why couldn't she move?

Questions flooding her overwhelmed mind, unmoving limbs, retrained voice...nothing seems to be making any sense.

She was scared.

She wanted to cry out for help, for salvation...anything. But her voice remains caught up into her throat.

The muttering continues....it was becoming insufferable.

And without a second time to adjust, continuous prickly stabs could be felt almost throughout her body, her skin peeling open and her insides being teared apart. 

She could feel every twist, every cut, every jagged tug.

But she couldn't scream...no matter how much they steer her with pain...tear her apart limb by limb...assemble her back together and repeat for hours and hours without remorse.

Each passing second felt like years, and without warning the pain goes away. But later comes back for seconds. A continuous cycle...day and night. And there was one thing that she learned being retrained in this unknown situation.

That no matter how much she screams...no one will save her.

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Luna snaps from her feverish nightmare, eyes quivering with fear as she goes to hold onto her heaving chest. She found it hard to breathe, shaking uncontrollable, hyperventilating. 

RING

The lights of the train were flickering above her, as if sensing her discomfort. Unaware. A...strange mist of shadows emits from her trembling body, twitching slightly before dispersing back into her.

RING

Luna eyes her phone, it's vibrating against the table before her seat. Her mind steered blank, trying to recover herself from that nightmare that felt all too real. Almost like a memory...

The phone continues to ring, making her cringe at its piercing sound. Luna wanted it to stop. She doesn't bother to see who it is, answering the call with a shaky breath.

"...hello...?" Her voice came out hoarse, as if she were screaming for a long period of time, dry and low as a whisper. 

A familiar voice perks from the other line.

"Seems like I called in at a wrong time Lt." 

It was Sylus, the deal-making devil. His timing has always been impeccable.

He chuckles, "Did you receive another weird call? You sure are quite popular, " Sylus seemingly disregards her disheveled voice, continuing to speak, "Speaking of, I had some people look into the call. Turns out, the call came from Skyhaven. Does this ring any bells?" 

Luna's eyes widen, still in her state of shock. She recites his words like a broken clock,  "Sky...haven?"

'Then...does this mean...' Before Luna could finish her thoughts when Sylus continues;

"Seems to me you have yourself quite the impediment circle," Sylus scoffs, "I hope you understand that whomever your host has associated herself with before, don't expect any help from me,"

Luna felt her heart tug.

"I've given you sanctuary in Onychinus base for three years, but that is all you are receiving. I mean after all, " He chuckles lowly, "That was part of our deal yes? Outside of that, there is nothing else. Am I clear?"

He wasn't asking. Sylus was firm with his warning. Their deal was that Luna would receive refugee in the N-109 Zone, in exchange for his favors and giving him intel. If she were to find herself in deaths situation outside the N-109 Zone, it was not Onychinus's concern. Luna had asked sanctuary within the N-109 Zone...not outside. 

Sylus had already risked the men he sent out to trace the call, and he was meet with something far more dangerous. He recognized that the woman whom he has made a deal with was no ordinary person. As far as he could tell...Lunafreya was surrounded by enemies. It wouldn't be surprising if one of these days the news of her death encircles. 

He could almost feel a bit sorry for the Lieutenant, after all...she was just a mere soul that has hosted in the most troublesome person. But Sylus has much more pending matters to worry about than with a woman whom he made a deal with. Just like everyone else, Luna was a pawn in his world, once used she will be discarded like the rest of the fools who dared to overthrow him. 

But for now, Sylus would keep her close, she knows useful intel, she knows of future events. She is a useful pawn.

"Yes Mister Sylus..." Luna's voice comes quiet again, "...will that be all?"

Sylus stops momentarily, his gaze staring over at a towering building beside him. The clouds around him began to rumble, now the spring showers falling down and grazing his being. He didn't bother to cover himself, as a smirk makes it way towards his face.

"You said there's a room being sealed by a Protocore yes? Since I'm already here in Linkon, I'll take a closer look,"

Luna blinks, still a daze and trying to understand Sylus's words, "H-Huh??? Wait what are you--"

He heeds no mind to her confused tone.

"--I'll see myself in thanks~"

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The moment her train step foot in Linkon she quickly made her way to her private condo, completely forgetting about her summon to the Hunter's Association. She knew Captain Jenna was going to give her a good scolding but Luna had more pressing matters to face now...the omnipotent leader of Onychinus was going to enter her home! 

'IS HE CRAZY?  HE CAN'T JUST BARGE INTO SOMONE'S HOME!!' Luna struggles to run, staggering as he wounds began to open up because of her abrupt actions. She paid them no mind even when they hurt, her eyes soon landing onto the large Skyscraper where her condo resides in. 

'IS HE TRYING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE...?!' She quickly makes her way inside.

The man of the front desk greets her with a warm smile, "Welcome back Miss Luna, a package has arrived for you,"

She clearly looked disheveled, but nonetheless she greets back and takes the box he saved for her. She staggers towards the elevator, pressing the button for her floor. Luna felt her heart thump in her ears, groaning and huffing at the pain from running all the way here. At the ring of the elevator, she exists hurriedly and relies the remainder of her strength. 

Leaning against the wall for support, she had begun to regret ever making a deal with Sylus, 'I'm never making a deal with anyone ever again!'

Entering her keycard, Luna opens the door of the condo and enters with a shaky sigh. A feint smell of metallic and musk lingers in the air, invading the usually dense home of Luna. Sylus was actually here.

Luna carefully holds her breathe, gulping down her nerves as she enters the home with a clank. She caught his silhouette standing before the aquarium she had made, his presence seemingly out of place among the bland interior of the home. He who was lavishing and elegant without a care in the world.

His silver like hair glows under the artificial light, leaving behind this forbidden glow of beauty. Luna's heart couldn't help but slightly stutter when he looks over his shoulder to meet her gaze. 

"Back so soon?" He takes a quick glance at her state, almost laughing, "You look like a mess,"

Luna who stood there drenched with various patches, her right arm secured in a arm sling, disheveled hair and droplets of water passing down her cheek. According to him, he found Luna's state amusing. Luna irks at his remark but she doesn't retort it. As much as she wanted to, acting like a smart-ass with him would get her killed. She could only lower her head and curse him with her thoughts.

"The door..." Luna mutters, peering down the hall, "What do you think about it?"

Sylus follows her gaze, now walking towards the door that was shielded by a Protocore. They both stare at the ominous door, Luna with worry while Sylus remained stoic. 

"I've never seen this type of shield before, much less in a Protocore," He says, reaching over towards the emitting light as his energy Evol tried to manipulate its shield. 

Luna is shocked, "You're saying this Protocore isn't modified from Onychinus?"

"As far as I know, it's not a Protocore we've worked with," Sylus hums, now extracting his hand, unable to stagger the Protocore. He flexes his hand, even if he wanted to destroy it completely, he was unable to unless he was willing to risk destroying this condo and its residence around. 

But even then...Sylus doubt it would leave a single crack on the shield. 

He chuckles with a tinge of mirth, the energy on his hand dispersing, "Interesting..."

"If not Onychinus...then...would it be EVER?" Luna mutters out loud. She seemingly answered her own question. If Onychinus wasn't responsible in creating this type of Protocore, then that only leaves EVER. In other words, the original Luna--Lunafreya--had purchased the Protocore with them;

Lunafreya had connections with EVER.

A cold shiver passes her spine at the thought, her heart thumping louder as her breathe began to feel uneven again. This body had connections with the Game's Main Antagonists? What exactly did that mean for her fate? If she had such deep connections...who exactly was she?

Luna recalls that ominous call...no past records of Lunafreya...the call trailing to Skyhaven...the Fleet soldier who mistook her by someone who looks like her...

Everything began to pile up inside her mind, all far too much to be considered as a coincidence. Luna began to feel even more anxious, &  her staggering state she drops the box she received from the front desk. 

At its drop, a sudden beeping resonates within. Sylus instantly recognizes that familiar ticking.

It was a bomb. 

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A bomb...

Or that's what they thought it was. Turns out, it was an antique pocket watch sent by Dr. Xeno, alongside a letter explaining the gift. He said that the watch belonged to his friend that was transmigrated into this world, The Owl, the one who wrote those books that have been used for her research. According to Dr. Xeno's note, the watch might serve a purpose.

"Next time let's not just shoot till the box is completely unrecognizable..." Luna picks up the antique watch carefully away from the withered cardboard. She sighs, glad the antique wasn't damaged. 

He settles his modified gun at a console table, he scoffs as if annoyed by her remark,  "It's not my fault my instincts react first,"

In other words, shoot first ask later.

Luna deadpans, 'Has he always been this unreasonable? Good thing I don't have any neighbors in this floor...otherwise I would have been arrested alongside this maniac...! Or worse! Dead!! He's fucking insane! Who the hell shoots at an active bomb?!'

"Scary face you got there Lt. You aren't thinking negatively of me are you?" Sylus hums, tilting his head as his eyes inspect her. 

Bullseye.

"Of course not Mister Sylus, " Luna swiftly changes the topic, avoiding his narrowed gaze, "What brings you here in Linkon, without Luke and Kieran at that," 

He sighs, his eyes looking around the rest of the home, "Those two are off on their own mission,"

Up close, it is then Luna realizes the state that Sylus's is in. The home was dim, so she didn't take note the way his sleek black dress shirt had sensually stuck closely to his body, curving his taut muscles, droplets of water trickling down from his hair every time he runs his fingers through. She would have admired him further if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't someone who would be fawn about her drooling presence. Luna quickly shakes her head, silently scolding herself. 

"Ah..." She stiffens, "... I'll get you something to dry with--"

Quickly she scurries away to find a dry towel for the drenched fellow. Once she returns, she finds him lounging at her large sofa without a care. She stands beside him, offering the towel. That smug expression doesn't leave him as he now dries his hair with her towel while Luna is standing waiting with a nervous look. 

From an outsider's perspective, one would deem Sylus the owner of the home while Luna his servant. 

'I can't tell what he's thinking...' She had hoped he wouldn't make such a big fuss about leaving him like that. 

"Would you like something to drink?" Luna offers, hoping to keep him in a good mood. Even though he was the one that barged into her home without consent and got himself drenched...she wasn't on friendly terms with the formidable leader of Onychinus. Luna knew her place;  she couldn't complain.

Sylus let's the towel rest across his shoulders, now leaning back with a hum, "Red wine would be nice yeah,"

'Why did I even bother asking...' Luna silently irks but nonetheless heeds his order.

Good thing Lunafreya had a room dedicated as her mini wine cellar, where various wines from the world remained stored inside collecting dust. Luna grabbed a random one.

"I hope it's to your lik---" Just as she's about to go and grab a glass when Sylus's stops her. His hand reached towards her free wrist, as his eyes are slightly widen at the wine that was placed before him.

"That wine..." He mutters, seemingly recognizing the brand with a glare.  

Luna blinks, unsure of his hostile attitude. She points towards the room across from them, "Uh...She's got a wine cellar here,"

Then...both Luna and Sylus found themselves inside the said wine cellar. She watches the way his gaze shifted entirely form his usual smug expression to a rather fascinated look. The way his eyes glimmer in a way she's never seen before, as he reaches for another bottle of wine & analyzes it with a tilt. 

"I've been looking for this collection for ages. So she was the one who snatched the last piece, huh..." He mutters to himself. 

Luna silently deadpans, 'Is that why he was upset earlier? You're kidding me...'

On cue, Luna's hunter watch began to flicker and urge her attention. She could feel her reality crashing down as she read Captain Jenna's message through the screen. She lets out a quiet sigh.

Sylus spares her a quick glance before looking back at the bottle of wine in his hand. His words ring mockingly beside her, "What? Did you end up killing someone already?"

Luna doesn't retort.

Sylus finally looks back at her, his gaze solely fixed on her, his brows raised up slightly with surprise, "Seriously?"

Luna doesn't face Sylus, her eyes gazed upon her uninjured hand. For a second, she could see William's blood flicker all over her. It makes her stomach churn alongside her heart sinking with guilt. Before she knew it, Luna spoke her troubled thoughts. 

"I knew it would happen...I knew it and yet--" Her hand began to tremble as she recalls the incident in Mt. Eternal. She fears it that when she closes her eyes again...William's eyes that were filled with the brim of hope and fear would reappear in her restless nightmares. 

"--I couldn't save him...my power wasn't enough to save a single drop," She didn't realize the way her voice stammers as she speaks. Her usual poker face had just faltered just for a moment, the mask she had always put up to conceal her emotions had begun to break slowly.

But even so...Luna wasn't asking Sylus for comfort. She knew it wasn't her place to do so, she wasn't the woman whom saved him from himself, a woman who gave him his precious name. She had started to regret her words, "Sorry about that," 

Sylus remains stoic, his eyes lingering at Luna's expression before going to look back at the wine in his hand. He picked up the metallic wine opener, "Human lives are fickle,"

He screws the opener into the cork, "One moment they strive and the next they brittle away," 

With a bit of his strength, he pulls the cork with a loud pop. Success. A smirk paints across his face. He grabs a glass from a nearby display, now pouring the bloody liquid with a satisfied hum. Those ruby like eyes gleam when he brings the glass of wine up close, swirling the red liquid with rhythm.

"Such fragile creatures..."

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The spring showers had begun to pour down even more, as of the skies her matching her mood. Luna makes her way through the Hunter's Association building not caring whether her wet steps leaves trails behind her or the way some of the hunters whisper at her wretched state. She ignores them, even those who greeted her warmly. 

Luna was just tired...

She manages to enter Captain Jenna's office with a grunt, greeted by her superior officer's startled look and an overly familiar Male Lead she would rather not meet. 

"Lieutenant Luna...?" Captain Jenna stands from her seat. Her eyes scan Luna, her face clearly going though many emotions, shocked, confusion, worry...Captain Jenna was not expecting her second in command to be in such a state. 

"I'm sorry for breaking protocol, it will never happen again Captain," Luna quickly acknowledged, bowing her head slightly. She hesitated for a moment, her mind whirling up alongside her unstable emotions. She had always kept quiet...and it had started to affect her much more than she had imagined. These feelings, these emotions...

"But I won't ever regret the choices that I make,"

These where her true feelings. Even if Luna had failed to save William...she would try to do it again and again until she could save him.  Even if the weight of these words feel heavy in her tongue, Luna did not regret anything at the heat of the moment. For now, she would stand strong with her statement. 

Ě̶̗̗v̸̠̆ë̵̠n̴̜̍͆ ̷̜̖͆i̷̱̯͌́f̶̦͎́͑ ̷̢̐i̷̖̗̎̈́t̷̯͔͝ ̸͔̮̐̅ȅ̸̼̄n̷̯̱̒d̷͎͑̃s̴̤̒͊ ̶̯͋̓ů̴̟͠p̴̰͘͜ ̸̰͌s̴̙̦̀t̴͓̀̓a̷̜͌b̶̙̠͗b̸̞͛i̵̠͚͋͑n̸̛̜̦̚g̵̫͋̏ ̶̥̙̐̅h̸̦̀e̵̫̅r̸̢͍͑̌ ̴͈̠̔b̷̩͎̎a̶̺͑c̴̫̩̈́k̸̻̏͑.̸͇͌.̵̢̯̍̂.̵͙́

Captain Jenna is quite shock by her proclamation, her eyes seemingly waver with admiration. Instead of scolding her, Jenna offers her a soft smile. Now it's Luna's turn to be shocked, being guided by her Captain and seated down next to her partner; unlike before, he is now staring at her with this passive expression. 

"I understand, you wanted to help them Lieutenant," Captain nods, now standing before Luna and Xavier. 

"Even so, that doesn't excused the fact that your actions could have cost you your life, and had involved yourself with another group's classified mission," Captain eyes scan between them,  "You both acted alone on the mission again, even when I specifically made clear that the two of you needed to work together,"

She crosses her arms over her chest, brows quirked up, "Well? What's the deal between the two of you...clearly something personal,"

Luna deadpans, her gaze avoidant, 'Hell should I know! He's the one who has a problem with me!'

The said hunter who doesn't get along with Luna remains quiet at Captain Jenna's words. Even though he was the one making the choices of working alone and leaving behind Luna, he doesn't concede to his insensitive actions. Luna on the other hand, can only assume he didn't like her.  And so, neither of them budge, urging Captain Jenna to sigh in defeat. 

"Since neither of you want to speak, I will continue to assign joint missions--"

It is then that Xavier speaks, his head quick to turn and face Jenna, "I don't--"

Captain Jenna cuts him off with a firm glare, "I am not asking. This is a direct order as your superior officer,"

At this, Xavier steps down from his high horse, his gaze avoidant again. Luna sweats at this, as she could feel her heart tug slightly at his reaction. She looks away from him, brows furrow & confused.

'Does he hate me that much...?' Luna wonders, but she doesn't bother to confront Xavier despite this uncomfortable air that is around them. Rather...she was scared to know his reasoning. 

"Well then, let's focus on the details of the smuggling Protocores in Snowcrest. From what Xavier had gathered, Onychinus was involved, more specifically his associates,"

Captain Jenna had a transparent screen illuminate before them, showing the details both Luna and Xavier had found during their undercover mission. Luna sweats when she recognizes one of the associates, the same blonde old man she had threatened under Sylus's command. Seems like he was unable to get away. 

"And from we are aware, the leader of Onychinus is currently in hiding--"

'--hiding at my place...' Luna irks, keeping that information to herself, '...drinking wine at that...'

On cue, Sylus felt his ears tingle at Luna's internal cursing. He grunts, rubbing his index finger with slight discomfort but he doesn't think much of it. The meeting commenced and they all discussed possible theories for upcoming missions. By the time they finished, the sun had begun to set. 

Luna found herself walking back to her condo, her mind whirled and completely overwhelmed by today's events. She enters and waits inside the elevator, she recalls Captain Jenna's words before she left.

"Both of you will be under suspension for a month. There will be no missions or anything related to that matter. By that time, I hope the both of you reflect upon your actions and will continue to work together,"

Luna sighs, leaning her weary self against the elevator wall as she thought about her words. She made it sound so easy to get along with a man who has a whole history of vast variety of identities. Of course, Luna only knew that because of the game's lore. The game itself drove deep into each of the Male Lead's story and personal affairs in the world of Love & Deepspace. But knowing that hasn't been much of help, it either made them hostile or hate her completely. Not to mention...fate played a vast role in this world, she had no control, no power to change. Just as the Fortune Teller's words taunt...Luna had no way of changing fate no matter what. And after experiencing William's death...fate did not waver at her actions. 

'What a load of crap...' Luna clicks her tongue, feeling utterly hopeless, '...there has to be a way out of this fate bullshit...'

She passes her keycard through her door, opening and entering with a small frown. Her nostrils recognizing the seasoning ingulfing her home, making her blink. It is then she sees Sylus in the kitchen, his figure moving around as he prepares whatever he's making within his grasp. 

'Don't tell me he plans to stay here in hiding??' Just as she's about to speak when her phone begins to ring form her pocket. Luna struggles to grab it, trying not to move her other arm that remains in its arm sling. She eyes the unknown number with a frown but nonetheless she answers. 

"Hello?" 

At this, Sylus spares her a glance from the kitchen, those piercing red eyes watching the way Luna's usual stoic mask began to crumble as she listen to the words on the other line. She begins to tremble, those melon like eyes widen and wavering. Even if Sylus wanted to hear, he was unable to with their distance.

Like a broken record, her lips quiver as her words choke under her breathe

"He's...dead?"

The Private Investigator that she had bonded over her situation, the one person she had trusted to help her through this crazy world...was found dead on the foothill of Snowcrest's snowy mountain...Mt. Eternal.

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"Yes...yes...thank you for letting me know..."

Luna hangs up, standing there for a couple of minutes before going to sit down in the quiet living room. She hadn't realized Mephisto curled up on the couch until she almost sat on him. He screeches, cawing at her as she remains emotionless at his directed anger. The bird seemed to realized her lack of response, now stopping his croaking and peering up at Luna with a curious tilt. 

'He's dead...Damien is...' Her mind was on fire, like an never ending blaze that wouldn't cool down. She's trying to process every little thing that's been thrown at her. It hasn't even been a day when they had announced William's passing and his funeral will be held soon in the following days...and now Damien as well? 

The call was short, obviously since Damien's company had to prepare days in advance to settle in with Damien's sudden passing. As far as she was told, Damien's body was found in Snowcrest...Mt. Eternal where she was also at. Strange, why was he in that sort of place? Especially when he hated the cold?

'What in the world happened...? Why was Damien in Snowcrest?' Luna frowns, trying to wrap her brain around the idea. Luna wasn't given too much detail from his case, probably because it was still under investigation. What exactly was the cause of Damien's death? 

A cold shiver runs pass Luna's spine, that wretched gut feeling making her stomach churn.

'Something's not right...'

That gut feeling of hers was never a good sign...and it had begun to make her feel anxious. Various thoughts begun to form, dark looming ideas settling down inside her mind. She hadn't realized the way the lights around them had begun to flicker like before. Both Sylus and Mephisto peer at the strange phenomenon.

They watch the woman sitting on the couch began to hyperventilate, struggling to breathe as the flickering of the light continues around them. Sylus's eyes narrow at this...something eerie catches his attention but it was so quick he swore he must've have imagined it.

Before she could drown herself further into her misery when Mephisto's caw shaken her up from her state. She blinks, her lips trembling as she peers down at her trembling hand...again her eyes flicker the images of her hand covered with blood.

"Lt."

Luna flinches, completely forgetting that Sylus was still here. She quickly wipes her hands with a tense look, trying to calm herself down. But her hands continue to shake no matter what she does, all was left was to tightly clench her fist.

"As you probably know I will be going into hiding for a while," She could hear his indifferent voice trail behind her, hearing the dishes clank into the sink. His steps soon approach her again before stopping at a reasonable distance. Luna refuses to look up at him, already sensing his dreadful favor. 

"You've been temporarily suspended for your hunter activities yes? Then keep an eye on Hohenheim's status, that poor bastard will make his move soon. Report to me when he does. Do I make myself clear?" Again that aloof tone of his cuts through Luna's expectations, she shouldn't be surprise at this point. 

Here she was, barely able to hold on onto her own sanity...injured as well...and he expected her to take on his dangerous favor? Sylus had no compassion for anyone else that wasn't his beloved. She couldn't help but be reminded of the game play, they way the Male Leads treat her as she plays through the role of the protagonist of Love and Deepspace. Outside of that world, they weren't the kind and compassionate Male Leads she had grown much fond of as a fan. 

Luna shouldn't be surprise by his cruel actions...and yet.

'--Here I am...holding onto a string with no attachments...expectations that will lead me nowhere...'

Luna wanted to refuse Sylus's favor, she wanted to stand tall and face Sylus with a firm no. But she knew that refusing would get her killed, Sylus showed no mercy on those who oppose him and he would do it cruelly. Luna knew too much, and he was quite aware of that...which is more reason to kill her. But Sylus keeps her close, using her knowledge for his own benefit. 

A pawn that was easy to discard.

And Luna knew that as well. She understood her position in this sort of complex relationship--or was that even considered as such? A pact between two unrelated characters...a pact that can easily be broken. A deal with the Devil who shows no compassion. She needed to stay alive in order to leave this damn game for good. 

Despite her turmoil thoughts and shaking body, Luna could only agree, "Yes, Mister Sylus,"

And so she will endure everything. 

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"What are the autopsy results?"

"73 stab wounds all throughout the body, fatal. Bruises located on his neck, legs and wrist, which shows clear signs of resisting,"

A detective makes his way into the cold operating room, his older gaze cold as he eyes the covered up body from the fellow colleague that was dear to him. His brows furrow as he listens to the Doctor's autopsy report. Even if he wanted to express his anger, he knew well not to lose his temper right at this moment. 

As he stares at Damien's cold & rotting face, someone else comes into the room in a hurry.

"Captain Jordan!" His lieutenant comes in with a gasp, in his hands a file of reports, "The team was able to recover the SD card of Damien's phone!"

Captain Jordan acknowledges his officer, his accent coming through, "Then let's go Lieutenant Hawkeye,"

Captain Jordan and Lieutenant Hawkeye were now in a conference room alongside the recovery team and medical team for this investigation. They have build a decent board. Based on the information they had gathered at the scene, it was first degree murder case. Since Damien was a private investigator, they had assumed that his death could be related to one of his clients. 

"Who was his recent caller?" The Head Chief scans through the files of Damien's life. 

At that, Lieutenant Hawkeye activates the screen projector, the blue light illuminating the dark room. He begun to speak, "The last call he had made was around 5:25 pm on Friday, he had called his frequent client Lieutenant Luna from UNICORNS sector of the Hunter's Association,"

On cue, the projector shows Luna's face. Some had recognized the infamous hunter, and mutters erupt the meeting room. In which the Head Chief had to tap on his desk to silence the commotion. Unlike them, Captain Jordan narrows his gaze at the picture that was displayed. 

'That woman...where have I seen her...?' He frowns, trying to remember her overly familiar face which made his gut churn. That stoic expression of hers and the dead look in her eyes made Jordan uncomfortable.

Hawkeye clears his throat, continuing as he slides to the next slide, "And...she was also in Snowcrest during that weekend of his death," 

At that, Captain Jordan doesn't listen anymore, standing up from his seat as he flicks his wrist, "Then that's our first suspect. We shall interrogate Lieutenant Luna,"

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Luna had stood a good distance form where William's funeral was presented. All felt strange, in the game nothing of William or his funeral was stated, and his death was briefly mentioned in Zayne's Anecdotes. But here she was, standing before the heartbreaking scene of William's fiancée and family crying for the medic soldier...

Even though William was an NPC in Love and Deepspace, a faceless character who was also good friends with Zayne...William was just as important as everyone else. He had a family, he had people to go back to. He was a person to them, a soldier who worked day and night to help those in need. 

Which was all more the reason Luna had felt her heart tug with guilt. She who knew of his death...yet she was unable to save him.

Her fist clenched against her side, 'And now...Damien too...!'

"Lieutenant Luna," 

Her eyes snap open, coming face to face with Captain Xander's worried eyes. His hostile attitude he had felt before had now completely been replaced by respect after the special operations mission. He wore a uniform that was specially designed for days like these, a special attire which always felt heavy from the burden of his comrade.

Captain Xander smiles, "You don't have to stand so far away. Why don't I introduce you to my family?"

Luna was a bit flustered, not wanting to intrude any longer than she intended. In fact she wasn't going to stop by because of her guilt but she made herself at least try to stay until the end of the ceremony out of respect. 

"N-No...I think I have already overstayed my presence here---"

"--Nonsense! Come on! I want to introduce my son to you!"

Before Luna can refuse again when a squeak of a tire catches their attention.  Both turn towards the road at the end of the cemetery, a black car stops and exit two men whom they did not recognize. They approach where Luna and Captain Xander stood, which made them both frown.

Captain Xander notices their dangling badges on their chest, which made him stand before Luna. 

"Can we help you with something officers?" Captain Xander questions, seeing the way the officers payed their attention solely on the Lieutenant that was behind him. 

A younger man clears his throat, "We're--"

The older glaring man doesn't let him finish, cutting him off with his thick accent, "--We're not here for you Captain Xander, so step aside,"

But Xander doesn't heed on his warning, he too now glaring, "We're in a middle of mourning. Don't you think its disrespectful to be coming out here without consideration?"

"I will not repeat myself again," Captain Jordan takes a step forward, his voice growling deeper, "Step aside,"

The nervous Lieutenant that accompanied the Scottish Captain comes between the two superior officers, "W-We're here to ask a couple of questions for Miss Luna about Mr. Damien Cheng!"

Luna blinks, "About Damien?"

Lieutenant Hawkeye sighs once everyone's focused attention was on him. He clears his throat again, "As you are already aware Miss Luna, Damien Cheng is dead and was found in Snowcrest,"

She had an inkling feeling as to why they had come to find her, especially they way the older man's hostile gaze solely directed towards her. These detectives have come to take her into interrogation, perhaps they think she was the one who killed Damien. 

'There's no point in resisting...that will only make me look suspicious...' Luna muses, feeling that familiar pang in her head. It almost felt like the whole world was turning against her, and it was difficult to keep up. 

"Alrigh---"

Just before Luna could take another step when she felt a gentle nudge press itself against her lower back. A familiar touch that had reassured her once before, and again Luna found herself leering into those earthly eyes of Zayne. He looked tired, but he remains standing as he glances over at the officers that had come uninvited.

"There is a funeral happening...so please pay some respect," Zayne had always been a traditional man, a gentlemen who respected his fellow peers despite his cold front, "If you cannot do that, then please leave,"

Captain Jordan ignores both Zayne and Captain Xander's warnings, looking past them and towards Luna's direction. He gets straight to the point. 

"Damien's last phone call was with you Lieutenant Luna. He was found in the same day you left Snowcrest," Jordan tilts his head, keeping his hostile gaze at Luna. Just as she expected, she was being suspected for Damien's death.

"Have anything to say about that?"

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"He was found in the same day you left Snowcrest. Have anything to say about that?"

Luna had suspected much, keeping her gaze steady as the officer tried to read through her expression, trying to catch a glimpse of any emotion that would give her away. He wasn't going to let this go easily.

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"Are you accusing Lieutenant Luna?" Captain Xander narrows, bringing the attention back to him, "She was under medical care in the Ward during her stay, not to mention she had took part of our special operation mission,"

Zayne glances over at Luna as Captain Xander stated his truth. He was mostly trying to read that deadpan expression of hers, an expression he found so troubling to probe her emotions at first. But now...it seems like he could recognize her emotions with just the hints of her eyes. They were wavering, a pool of pink cotton that seem to be drowning themselves with ache. 

'Luna...' Zayne tenses, his heart wanting to move and console her but he knew it wasn't something he should do. Or rather...was he allowed to?

He shakes off his complex feelings, he needed to focus on trying to decompress the situation at hand. The two detectives have come to take Luna for an interrogation, despite her obvious disheveled state. Anyone could tell she was not in a good state to be interrogated. Not to mention, they were in a middle of a funeral.

Of course the detectives wanted answers about their dead colleague...but they too had also lost someone.

"During her stay here in Snowcrest, not once had she left the Ward. It's nearly impossible for the Lieutenant to have made a move," Zayne adds on, keeping his gaze steady, "The Ward also keeps track about who enters and leaves...so if you must, please visit the Ward in Mt. Eternal to extract that information,"

The detectives had remained still with the way both Captain Xander and Zayne had blocked their path to speak towards their culprit. It wouldn't be easy to break this barrier with just words, especially with how tense the atmosphere had gotten. If they wanted answer now, they must retreat. 

Lieutenant Hawkeye glances over at his Captain, "Should we head up to the Ward then?"

But unlike him, Captain Jordan wasn't convinced. His sole gaze doesn't leave Luna's, seemingly becoming more angrier as he meddles with his own thoughts.

'There's something else...'

Captain Jordan is an excellent detective, known for his keen intuitions that often helped him solve his cases. And for many years he has honed these skills, and has gotten sharper with each case he takes upon. Never once had he failed to solve a situation, as he is always right.

And just like before, his intuition was telling him to take Lieutenant Luna under custody. And he is never wrong.

But with the way this situation had played, Captain Jordan has no choice but to retreat for now. With a hollow sigh, Captain Jordan finally looks away with frustration, "Let's head to the Ward,"

The detectives finally leave, leaving behind their tense trail. With that, Captain Xander let's out a stifled sigh.

"How rude...are all detectives this inconsiderate?" He mutters, watching the black car leave into the distance. He turns to look at Luna, he gives her a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. If you want you can stay--"

Luna shakes her head, knowing what he meant, "Its fine, sooner or later I have to give my testimony,"

But Captain Xander thought otherwise, "That doesn't excuse the fact that they were going to treat you like some sort of criminal! You've saved lives, we are all here as proof,"

Luna's chest tightens, the guilt reckoning again, 'But I failed to save William...'

"You did what you could Lieutenant...that's what matters," Zayne's words intrude her mind, as if reading her negativity. Luna looks back at Zayne, those earthly eyes of his being a sense of comfort at the moment. Those eyes she had witness through the screen many times, it all felt surreal. Yet, when he was looking at her like that it only made her feel even guiltier, and she looks away.

Despite their comforting words, Luna couldn't help but continue to drown herself deeper into her guilt.

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Just as promised, Both Lieutenant Hawkeye and Captain Jordan arrive at Mt. Eternal where the Ward is located. Unlike it's rumors of its negative vibe, the place was buzzing with work,  no tension of sorts. They are greeted by the guard up ahead, "Good afternoon! Which medical team are you from?" The guard pulls out a file and a pen for signature. 

Lieutenant Hawkeye shows their IDs alongside a paper warrant. He carefully approaches with a calm proposition, "We're here to investigate, we would like access to the files of the people who have entered the Ward,"

The guard perks up, his eyes scanning to see of its an official document, "Investigation? Are you guys looking for someone specifically?"

At that, Captain Jordan speaks with a glare, "We want to know if Lieutenant Luna had left the Ward within the last couple of days,"

The guard's expression suddenly changes. He goes to the back to make a phone call, nodding and speaking something that the detectives couldn't quite hear. He comes back, unlike his previous welcoming aura, his expression is now stone faced cold. It is then when they realized up close the guard's uniform. A soldier. 

Like a switch, their presence had caused tension inside the Ward. Everyone's hostile gaze traveled to the walking detectives...and they obviously took note of that.

"News travels fast huh..." Lieutenant Hawkeye sweats, trying to ignore the soldiers and medical team's eyes. It almost felt like they had entered a Lion's den. With how the whole Ward had acted, it proves well that Lieutenant Luna was respected. 

Which puts them in a difficult spot.

"Detectives. I've heard you wanted information on Lieutenant Luna's whereabouts here in Mt. Eternal correct?" 

Both Jordan and Hawkeye arrive at the Vice Captain's office, greeted by the said officer whose face was just as hostile as everyone else. Indeed it would be difficult to obtain information about Luna.

Jordan gets straight to the point, "A detective's body was found at the foot of the mountain. Upon further investigation, we have found that the last contact the detective made was with Lieutenant Luna. Not to mention, both were here in Snowcrest, they've had prior engagement with each other, Lieutenant Luna was his customer,"

Despite his words, the Vice Captain's expression doesn't waver. 

He speaks, "So you want to see if Lieutenant Luna had left the Ward within the time of his murder yes?" 

Hawkeye nods, the tension making him sweat, "That's all we need. Once we're done, we won't ask again,"

The Vice Captain nods, now reaching over towards his monitor and typing a couple of keys before pushing the said monitor towards them with a sigh. Hawkeye thanks the Vice as Captain Jordan takes the wheel and scrolls thought the monitor. His once fierce gaze was quickly morphed into disappointment, scanning the registers and entrees of those who were in the Ward.

There was nothing. 

Just as Captain Xander & Zayne had said, Luna indeed stayed inside the Ward during the hours of Damien's murder. It was an obvious fact.

But...

That inkling feeling wasn't leaving him, the doubt only growing within his mind as he re-reads Luna's entry log over and over again as if in between blinks the information would change. His colleague looks over at him with a confused look.

"Captain?"

Jordan had never once been wrong about his intuition. He was sure there was something else here. His eyes scan at the latest update, trying to see if the information had been tampered with. But nothing of the sorts...which made this all the more suspicious.

'Something's wrong...I can feel it...something else is going on here...' Captain Jordan turns away from the monitor, his brain ticking and moving gears inside his mind. He was trying to understand why he was feeling that there was more to this than meets the eye. Captain Jordan was never wrong. 

"Let's go," He begins his walk out of the office, followed by a startled Hawkeye whom pays his respects towards the Vice Captain before leaving to follow. He continues to call out to Jordan, but he fails to get a response from his Captain. 

'There's definitely something else,' Jordan passes through the Ward, his focus solely on the path before him, 'I need to uncover this,'

"Hawkeye," They arrive to the car, seated inside within the leather interior, "Need you to run a further background check on Lieutenant Luna,"

Hawkeye, who followed along confused now turns to look at his Captain with a baffled expression, "Sir??"

Jordan ignores his confusion, now starting the engine with a rumble. Call it a detective's stubbornness, but Captain Jordan was not going to let this be.   

He was going to uncover whatever Luna is hiding, and he wasn't going to stop until he finds his answers.

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Days after the funeral, Luna found herself back in Linkon...as promised, she was back to keep an eye on Hohenheim under Sylus's orders. 

Luna was situated in a fancy restaurant, blonde wig, big shades cover her watchful eyes. Hohenheim was to attend a secret meeting with one of his associates. There will be a protocore exchange according to her informant. 

Much as she didn't want to be here, knowing Sylus's patience wasn't easily mendable, she had to obey his command. With a sigh, she quickly takes a couple of pictures with her sunglasses imbedded with a hidden camera. Each snap showing the exchange between the two.

'This should be enough evidence right?' Luna ponders. She was unable to hear their conversation within the distance, and it's not like she was going o risk doing so either. She had already felt like she was being suspicious, seated alone in this restaurant with no company. 

After fighting her inner self, Luna makes herself get ready to leave when she almost bumps into a passing figure. Thankfully the other was quick to move, but regardless she was going to apologize.

"I'm--"

"--Watch where you're going,"

Luna recognized that indifferent tone, making her jolt slightly in place. Her hidden eyes are widen, those sleek shoes of his have stopped right before her. There was no doubt about it now after recognizing his shoes.

'Shit...he doesn't recognize me right?' Luna sweats, not moving her head that was going into a bow. She had an inkling feeling that if she lifts her head up, he would recongize her.

Out of all places, Luna was not expecting to run into Rafayel here. Just her luck.

She could hear him scoff under his breathe, as if her mere presence was irking him. It was to be expected from him. Though he seemed much more bothered than usually...

But Luna had no time to idle and sit down to figure out Rafayel's moods. And knowing that Rafayel openly disliked her presence, she was doing themselves a favor. 

With a tense shiver, Luna bows her head further down, "Excuse me..."

She fixes herself, trying to shrink away from his presence as much as she could. It appears to have worked and Luna successfully bypasses the Male Lead.

"..."

Rafayel halts from taking another step, a flicker in his coral like eyes now peer over at the blonde woman whom passed him. His hands twitched from his sides, watching as the woman had fixed those overly familiar sunglasses.

Perhaps because he was feeling overly sensitive, the upcoming seasonal weather that made him act unlike himself. That ebb and flow period...

A Lemurian's instincts were never wrong. 

Before Luna had time to process when she felt her wrist forcibly pulled, once again she was meet with that indifferent gaze of his. Rafayel had just grabbed her, his grit tight and hurting. She couldn't help but groan as that inhuman strength of his tightens, urging her gaze to lower before the infuriated Lemurian.

"Who are you?"

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"Well? State your business,"

Being dragged out of restaurant was not something Luna had expected to happen during her undercover mission. All she had to do was take evidence of Hohenheim's sleazy business exchange and take that to Sylus. That was it.

But here she was, against the wall of the alley nearby the venue. The one whom took her out had stood before her, flickering flames inching between the entrance of the alley—it was him warning her that she couldn't escape so easily. The sky begun to grumble a bit, proving that soon the spring showers will fall upon them. 

'What's going on?! Does he not recognize me?' Luna panics, covering her face, 'Why is he being like this? Shit I need to go—'

"—Those sunglasses...give them to me,"

Luna freezes up, her lips parted in confusion. His hand is extended towards her, tilted head with that irritated expression of his. He was being serious. 

There was no way she was giving him the valuable evidence she had so much struggled to obtain after days of following Hohenheim. Sylus was expecting this evidence soon, and his patience wasn't so mendable. She had already wasted time, and it had started to make her anxious. 

Why did Rafayel need her sunglasses anyway? 

She doesn't move nor speak, her fingers grasping the sunglasses with firm. These glasses were too precious.  

Rafayel's eyes glint at this, his bangs shadowing his glowing eyes, "I'm not asking again, so hand them over,"

'What's up with him...' Luna sweats, her discomfort only growing as the rumbling of the tainted skies continues to bestow upon them. Not to mention, the arm Rafayel had firmly grasped earlier had started to pierce in pain again, she had yet fully recovered from her injuries.

At her silence, Rafayel begins to speak...his steps quiet yet taunting her with his approach.

"You reporters are all the same...no consideration to privacy and sticking your nose where is doesn't belong,"

Luna blinks as she comes into realization, 'Huh? He thinks I'm a reporter??' That explains his hostile attitude, no wonder he was acting so strangely. Luna needed to clear up this misunderstanding before it gets worse for her.

"Wait Rafayel it's—"

He doesn't wait for an explanation, fingers grasping the sunglasses & snatching it off her face. On cue with his emotions, the sky rumbles even louder, the light emerges like a shackle and illuminates the woman he assumed was a reporter taking his pictures. It then when Rafayel realizes his mistake, his widen coral like eyes render upon that familiar pool of pinkish hue. 

"Y-You...?"

Rafayel's voice falters when he realizes that the woman before him was none other than the one whose been meddling in those restless thoughts of his. Clearly, he was caught off guard, not expecting to see her in the flesh. His body tenses up, unintentionally tightening his grip and breaking the dark lenses. 

"!!!"

Luna on the other hand gasps when she saw her sunglasses brittle under his touch—her blood runs cold. 

"YOU—!!"

She had never raised her voice like this before, which startles Rafayel. He stumbles back and drops her broken lenses right onto the now muddy floor.

 —Splat

She ignores the piercing pain from her left arm, ignoring the way her dressed is completely drenched with the watery mud below. Luna reaches down to pick up the frail glasses, inspecting it to see if there was any way to save the pictures she had taken for Sylus. Panic surged her entire body, her mind already imaging the worse case scenario. 

She could feel her sanity start to crumble. 

Rafayel had momentarily forgotten about his own exasperation, his mind going blank when he sees her tremble before him. He was trying to understand what just ensued, for it all happened too fast. His coral eyes peer at the fragments of the sunglasses on her trembling palms. That's right he just broke that. He takes a step forward again, seemingly realizing slowly what he has done.

"Lieu—" 

Oh but Luna wasn't having it. 

Lightning strikes again, illuminating that sheer vexation expression of hers, urging an electrical shiver down hi s spine. He's never seen such an intensity within her expressions, having been used to her stoic and unresponsive gaze. He felt a sense of Deja Vu...recalling that breathtaking billboard he had seen weeks ago—the one that he couldn't erase from his mind.

That bewitching smile that had him feeling restless blooms in his mind. A smile that made him wonder what other expressions she could muster out with that cold hearted look of hers—a smile that felt forbidden to look at.

'She's...angry...' He blinks, seemingly out of breathe as the spring showers bestowed upon them, drenching their being, forming their form. 

Again, lightning strikes eerily close causing a power outage from its flickering bolt. Her angry expression doesn't waver, not one bit. What was done was done. Luna had no time to stand here and idle with Rafayel, the tinkering shops were still open and available to fix her broken sunglasses. She doesn't utter a word towards Rafayel—there was no need to. 

And so, Luna had left the rigid alleyway, leaving a trail of her quiet and anger behind to stiffen the pompous artist. 

It is then by her piercing void Rafayel is reminded to breathe, now the incoming cold showers shuddering his heated body.

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'I...made it in time...'

Luna draws out a shaky sigh, staring at the USB drive in her hand. She takes it safely, leaning against the wall of the elevator for support. The owner of a recovery shop was able to save the pictures she had taken of Hohenheim and his associate, and was able to import those files within this USB drive. 

'My life will be spared another day...!' She could almost cry, not wanting to face Sylus's wrath nor face her death. She valued her life a bit too much. 

With a ding of the elevator door, she exists to enter her level. Her dampen state had made her sniffle, shuddering to open her door. After today's eventful dread, Luna wanted nothing more than to soak herself with a warm bath and sleep for the rest of the day—

"—Took long enough Lt."

Luna stiffens from where she stands, closing her eyes shut and refusing to see the very man she had dreaded to see right at this moment. 

She holds her breathe, her eyes shut and unmoving, 'If I pretend I don't see him...then he's not actually here—' 

"—Are you ignoring me Lt?"

Luna teleports besides a laidback Sylus, her gaze lowered in respect, "No, of course not Mister Sylus,"

Sylus twirls the glass of red wine, his piercing gaze studying the red liquid with mirth. As always he looked quite out of place in this dull condo of hers, and yet he made quite the impressionable presence. And as much as she wanted to question why he was here in her home, she bites her tongue since she values her life. 

"Well? Did you get what I asked for?" He tilts, his gaze directed towards her. He doesn't question her disguised.

"Yes sir," Luna understood his memo, quickly taking out the secured USB drive and placing it firmly at his outstretched palm, she made sure not to touch him recklessly. After all, Sylus disliked being touched. 

With a flick of his wrist, the USB drive activates and illuminates the pictures Luna had secured at the restaurant, the proof of Hohenheim's betrayal. Luna shivers when she sees that unnerving smirk flourishing on those devilishly handsome features of his...and that glint in his eyes proved that soon atrocities will fall upon the very man who betrayed him.

That was the very fate of those who stood against Sylus. 

Luna deadpans, sniffling— the effects of being drenched for hours had started to take over her body, 'Yeah...I should be glad to have made a deal with him,'

Even though days ago she was cursing herself for ever making a deal with Sylus.

Luna had thought everything was over, and that Sylus would leave her condo and let her enjoy the remainder of her piece & quiet. It wasn't too much to ask right? She just needed a couple of hours of free time to relax before going back to another hell day of trying to escape this wretched place. 

But as always...fate loved seeing her suffer. 

"Alright let's go," Sylus stands from his relaxed position, settling the now empty wine glass before him. 

Luna remains poised, very much still as her mind was trying to comprehend the words that fluttered out of Sylus's lips. Did she hear him properly? Must have been the wind.

"Don't make me repeat myself Lt. You know that I don't like to waste time,"

Oh, he was being serious.

"I don't think I quite understand, I thought—" But Sylus interrupts Luna, tossing something midair for her to grab. Her eyes almost dart out of her eye sockets when she realizes its a modified gun. 

"We're setting sights to Atley Island," He struts his way down her hall, "A special meeting will be held there, alongside a Protocore tradeoff,"

Luna had started to realize the mess she had gotten herself into. Panic surges her, stumbling behind Sylus with a baffled expression. He must be joking right?

"W-Wait! Sylu—I mean Mister Sylus!" She trails behind him like a trembling duckling, "I'm in no condition to fight! I will only be getting in the way—"

He interrupt, opening the door to leave, "—I usually have the twins string alongside for my gear, but since they're not here at the moment, you will be taking their place," 

In other words...Luna was expected to work as his errand dog.

'He can't be serious right now!?' Luna grits. Not only was she shaking right now from being drenched, she was in no state to be making sudden movements because of her injuries. Not to mention she still hasn't changed out of her disguised, the blonde wig irritating her head and the dress was covered with mud. Was he truly this inconsiderate of her well being? Luna was going to refuse his command.

"Mister Sylus I—"

A weary sigh leaves his lips, "—You talk too much,"

With a flick of his wrist, the familiar red whips of energy swarm around Luna and lifting her up effortlessly. She tried her best to not panic under its grasp, while Sylus strings her along until they made it up towards the rooftop of the building. The blaring blades of a helicopter catch her undivided attention immediately, gaping when she sees the flying vehicle approach them.

It is then she realizes she had forgotten how compulsive & unhinged his missions were. Once again she had regret ever making a deal with this madman. 

"Buckle up," He tosses her inside the helicopter like a sack of goods, he follows behind and closes the exit door with his Evol. 

Luna groans in pain, redirect her gaze towards Sylus besides her. He puts on his comms, and hands her the connected pair to her. That sleazy smirk flourishes his face, the evening glow of the skies paints his face with just the right strokes. 

"We'll be there in 2 hours,"

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"Lieutenant Luna, age 30, and has been working in the Hunter's Association for over 2 years under the Command of Captain Jenna's ALPHA team,"

An illuminating screen withholds upon the dim office, displayed a professional picture of the said woman. A couple of officers mutters to themselves when they recognized the popular Deepspace Hunter. The man seated at the end of the table, Captain Jordan, wasn't all amused by her portfolio, rather he was more irked than ever. 

He narrows, tossing the files with a frown, "Is that all?" 

Hawkeye looks back at the screen with a shrug, "Well...there isn't much about her,"

Jordan throws his Lieutenant a side eye, now picking up another file and waving it around, "Then what the hell is this??"

On cue, he points at the file that shows a report with details of Luna's life, how she spends her days off, her recommendations, her favorite places to eat out, the places she shops, her favorite color, and other useless information.

Hawkeye beams, seemingly not bothered by his superior's irritated front, "Oh that?" —And takes out a rather familiar magazine. He holds it with much gusto, "I got that information here on the exclusive interview with Bogue!"

"—YOU CALL THAT INFORMATION, YOU DIMWIT!?" Jordan throws his pen at Hawkeye, who easily dodges the incoming item, "I SAID TO RUN FURTHER BACKGROUND CHECK NOT A DAMN FAN ACCOUNT!!!"

"Well there isn't much to check though, which is why I was looking at other alternatives and asking around," Hawkeye lists, picking up the pen that his Captain threw, setting down the pen gently over their table. At that, Captain Jordan blinks at his reasoning, his brows furrow. 

"There isn't much to check? What the hell do you mean by that?" He frowns, his anger seemingly settling down. He ignores the other officers who now skim through the magazine, gushing and blushing like a bunch of fanboys(Because they were).

"I tried looking into her background, but there is absolutely nothing, "

'What...?' Captain Jordan narrows, staring back at the illuminating screen before them, his eyes staring at the picture of the woman he found rather ominous. Unlike before, the bright screen before him felt like it was mocking him from where he sat. Captain Jordan's body tenses, his knuckles painting white from sheer grit. 

'Lieutenant Luna...who the hell are you?'

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Her gaze was steady outside the night city life below, while the blaring of the helicopters could be heard in a buzz through the NRA headphones. She was momentarily distracted by the beautiful scenery before her, until her reality was shattered by his endearing chuckle that rings inside her NRA headset.

"Ha...you look like a rat whose been dunked under mud water~"

Luna deadpans, trying hard to not look at the man beside her, whom obviously was enjoying her miserable state, 'Well somebody didn't let me change out of my disguise...so it's not my fault I look like a wet rat you bastard!'

But of course, Luna wouldn't dare to tell that to the notorious Male Lead, Sylus—even though he clearly insulted her. 

Instead all she could do was bite her tongue and try to warm herself as much as possible. Everything was uncomfortable, the way the muddy dress stuck dangerously close to her body, her nose cold & runny, the drenched wig sticking closely to her face. She is close to crashing out.

'Let's just pretend he's not here—'

"Mister Sylus, we have arrived,"

Luna focused her gaze back at the window besides her, her eyes land upon a remote island she assumed was Atley Island. She could tell how luxurious the place was. It was the first she's ever seen it, as she had only seen it be mentioned in the game once. 

'I don't remember the game mentioning this sort of event...so I don't know what to expect,' Luna had begun to feel a tad bit nervous, feeling the turmoil of the helicopter once it lands in a secluded area. The sun had begun to set alongside the horizon, illuminating a golden hue across the island and it's waters. She had wish she could enjoy the view more, but she was brought back to reality when Sylus throws his headset her way. She barely manages to catch it without it breaking. 

A couple of figures emerge to welcome them, opening the door for Sylus. His face remained poised, walking out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Luna on the other hand, peers from her seat with a frown, shrinking away from view. 

"Welcome Mister Sylus. Would you like to have dinner first?" An elderly man wearing a caterer uniform, fancy and neat that befitted Sylus's style, had welcomed him with a curt bow. Sylus glances at him briefly, while the other figures come in to hand him a tablet, muttering something his way which urges a deep chuckle from him. He shuts off the tablet.

"I'll have dinner now, preferably indoors," Sylus surveys the area with a quick glance, eyes that were seeking out possible dangers. He found nothing for the time being. He hands the tablet over. 

The elderly man peers over towards the helicopter, making Luna flinch at his gaze, "What about your guest?"

Sylus's brows twitch, now his eyes lingering towards the two familiar figures that eagerly awaited for his approval. He lets out a smirk, lifting his hand over dismissively, "Let the Twins deal with her,"

Luna had no time to react, not when two pair of overly familiar masks sprout before her vision. In blink, Luna was escorted out of the helicopter gently with two different yet similarly hands. 

'Huh?'

She had no time to think either, quickly bombarded with left and right questions from the notorious twins, Luke & Kieran

"You're Lieutenant Luna right?"

"Why do you have a wig?"

"That's a wig? Ew, it's all sloppy!"

"She's all drenched up! Let's go!"

They're endless rambling was difficult to keep up, especially when they were dragging her along the corridor of the villa. The twins had helped guide her to her guest room for the time being. A suite lavished with all the necessary essentials for her stay, from a closet filled with various clothing, to a never ending supply of  shampoo & conditioner that could last her a life time. She had almost felt like it was too good to be true. 

"The best suite for you Miss Lieutenant Luna!!"

"Only the best!"

Luna sweats, turning to the young boys with a bit of a worried look. She had finally take a better look at the twins she had witnessed their chaotic ordeal through the Main Story. Identical masks that covered their faces(to hide the scar that differentiated them from one another), yet their usual attire she had gotten used to seeing in the Main Story was vastly different. These boys were much more smaller, their voices much higher and lighter. Young boys that had escaped from their demise in the hands of EVER. 

Luna could feel her heart tug at these boys' unfortunate upbringing, they were just kids...

"Luke...Kieran..." She murmurs, voice barely coming out as a whisper. Her reality once more had shattered her mind, these characters she had grown to love through the game, are real people whom had encountered heartbreaking moments. Each and every one of them living in their own twisted fate, fighting to remain strong against any odds. Her mind reels back the eventful events from days ago...remembering both William and Damian—NPCs who have their own life, their own emotion. 

Luna hadn't realized her own churning expression, which urges the twins to peer at her curiously at her bizarre reactions. They usher closer, each one perking with a question. 

"Miss Lieutenant Luna are you hurting somewhere?"

"Do you need a first aid kit!? I'll go get it!!"

Luna stops them before they leave, "N-No...! I'm fine, just a bit tired,"

She rubs her dreary face, now feeling the effects of the long day taking a toll on both her body and emotions. Luna was always composed, and yet just like before...that façade she had kept on for these past couple of days had started to crumble. Was she still feeling sentimental after everything?

"I'm just glad the two of you are safe & sound," Luna gives a small reassuring smile, hoping to mask her mellow response, "Please continue to stay healthy & strong,"

Despite their face being covered with masks, Luna could easily tell they were confused based on the way they tilt their head in sync by her statement. She chuckles at their antics, she chooses not to elaborate any further.

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After pleading and thinking about being all snuggled & warmed up in a nice bath...Luna had found her source of happiness under this luxurious villa. Being stripped away from the sticky wig & damp dress had brought such relief. While also provided with the most excellent service she couldn't even fathom for her entire life. Luna was having such a good time she had momentarily forgotten why she was here stuck inside a villa located in Atley Island. 

But she would rather not think about that at the moment, especially not when she was enjoying a lavishing feast provided to her by the excellent star chefs of the villa. With food such as this...Luna could almost forgive all the wrongdoings that have happened over the past couple of hours. 

—Almost.

She found herself back to her suite; transparent tablet in hand, scrolling through the endless files of the executives that will attend the private banquet held in this island. The Protocore auction that will be hosted by none other than Hohenheim—who so happens to be an EVER researcher and philosopher. Again, this sort of information hadn't been shown in the game, making her feel slightly uneasy. 

'Does he plan to wipe them all out?' Luna could only worry at those thoughts. Sylus plans to infiltrate the banquet on the day it is hosted. Which is in exactly 24 hours of now. Luna was instructed to stay put and prepare for when he summons her. In the meantime, she had found herself with the twins whom haven't left her side. 

"Miss Lieutenant Luna Miss!"

"Miss Boss Lady Lieutenant Luna!!"

Luna silently deadpans at the way the twins had been addressing her these past couple of minutes. And it seems that the name they had been calling her had gotten much more longer than before.

"You don't need to address me so formally," Luna states, settling the tablet down to face the young boys, "Just call me by my first name, it makes things a lot easier,"

The twins then turn to face each other, they seemingly sync their thoughts together, nodding affirmatively before turning to face her again. 

"If you're saying that then—"

"—Can we call you Big Sis??"

Luna almost chokes on her spit.

Out of all things....being called Bug Sis by the twins Luke & Kieran was the last thing she had expected. Or rather...why would they want to address her in such a way?

She coughs, trying to clear her throat, "W-Well...is there a reason why you want to call me that?"

'At this rate I'd rather be called `Miss Boss Lady Lieutenant Luna`...no wait that's actually worse,' Luna fights within her thoughts, trying so hard not to cringe. Unlike her turmoil thoughts, the Twins seem to think otherwise.

They lean in together, as she swore she could see them grinning behind their mask. And in sync, they both do a cute little claw like pose. 

"Because you're super cool!"

Luna deadpans again, a bit confused with their questionable reasoning. But at the end of the day, she had to remind herself that they were just kids, teenagers whom had escaped their inevitable fate as experiments of EVER. Rather than disregarding them, Luna could only let out a quiet sigh, a smile daring to paint across her stoic face—subtle but it was there. She will listen to their request this time.

"I supposed you can call me that,"

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"Y-You can't be serious?! You're going to get caught!"

"Which is why I need you to weaken the security for the time being,"

A familiar Linkon Hunter was seen situated near a window of a flower shop. Despite his loosen stance, his expression shown otherwise—strained as he glares at the colored magazine in hand. The hunter wasn't a huge fan of the woman who was displayed on the infamous cover—hence his plan to break in into that said woman's home.

It was perfect escapade because she wasn't home for the time being. Where is she now? He couldn't care any less about her whereabouts...what mattered right now at this moment was to sneak inside in hopes to find any clues about her suspicious presence. He needed to reveal her cards—her true colors. 

"Xavier! Seriously you're not thinking this through...!" The other continues to scold, his gaze fixated on the Hunter named Xavier—a Lightseeker whose life has been extended for such a long period of time. They whom are now stuck on current Earth with the remainder of what's left of them.

Xavier waves the magazine slightly over towards the one who had been scolding him these past couple of minutes, Jeremiah, "Says the one whose been reading this magazine nons—"

"—I-I had no other choice!" Jerimiah stutters, snatching away the magazine with his face tainted with red, "You t-told me to investigate her right? There isn't much to her so I was wondering if the interview would tell me more about her!"

Xavier doesn't seem to take his word for it, seemingly scoffing at the way Jerimiah tries to even out the wrinkled pages with a pout. Seems like Jerimiah too had fallen for the Lieutenant Luna propaganda. 

Jerimiah sighs, setting down the magazine carefully and away from Xavier, now turning to look at his companion, "I can only withhold security for 30 minutes, will that be enough?"

Xavier stands from his seat, ground steady as he eyes his hunter's watch for the remainder of his time. In his mind he counted, firm & determined to find the answers Lieutenant Luna was hiding. 

"It's more than enough,"

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"Big Sis! You look super pretty!"

"Like super duper epic pretty!!"

Luna had found herself trying to shrink away from the embarrassing compliments from the Twins. Exactly 24 hours had passed, and it was time to make their grand entrance to infiltrate the banquet. 

And by grand entrance...the twins referred to Luna's make over.

She had been going under a transformation for her disguised for the event. Once again she had found herself back with the good old blonde wig, alongside a heavy inspired makeup. 

As for the dress...the twins and the stylist were unable to decide thus forcing Luna to change into the many dresses that were occupied the walk in closet. It had gotten to a point where Luna had already tried everything and was about to do another round of dress up with the same dresses she had put on.

"Enough. I'll go with this one,"—She didn't bother checking which dress she chose at random, going back to the dresser room to try out the last piece of fabric. Ignoring their pleas, she wraps her body around the dress. She realizes upon her own reflection at the dress she had draped herself with. Pale white, long enough to cover her calves, short sleeved followed along with a moon like belt. Ironic really.

Simple yet elegant.

"Alright, let's go," Luna pushes herself out of the curtain, walking out of the dressing room as the twins follow pursuit.

She sweats when she could hear them mutter behind.

"Big Sis looks super cool!"

"I personally don't like the wig but the dress looks good!"

"Yeah that wig sucks!"

'They're right, this wig sucks,' Luna curses, hating the way it felt. But as much as she would like to rip it out of her head, she had to keep her identity a secret. If news goes out that she was here with Onychinus's leader...she could only imagine the worst.

Not to mention...Sylus had explicitly said Luna had to wear a blonde wig. Why? She wasn't so sure.

Her pale heels click at every step she takes against the marble floor below, almost like a ticking time. The halls that were showered with expensive decorations made her feel small in comparison, a familiar yet distant feeling swelling deep inside the roots of her heart. Luna wasn't so why she was feeling such a way, her heart aching with pain. 

She cringes when a bright flashback flickers across her mind, finding herself in a different lavished hallway. 

'Is this... Deja Vu? No...it's her memory...?' Luna holds her head steady, urging the twins to hover her sides with frantic movements. 

"Big Sis—!"

"—Are you okay?"

"...I'm fine," She manages to mutter, trying to erase that piercing headache of hers. She had tried to focus on what exactly she saw within that photographic memory of hers, 'It's definitely a memory of this body's original owner...Lunafreya...'

Luna frowns, staring at her trembling hand, 'A painful memory at that...'

Something about these walls were making her recall something that wasn't part of her memories. She becomes tense at this uneasy feelings, uncomfortable with this unknown fear she couldn't understand yet this body reacted in such a a way that felt nauseating...like multiple claws were crippling underneath her skin.

Luna now quickens her pace, wanting nothing more than to leave. With a shaky halt, she eaches towards the very end of the hall...where the grand staircase was showcased with a very dazzling glass chandelier that hovers above. Right below the marbled staircase is where those discerning ruby eyes meet with her wavering ones. 

Oddly enough...those eyes of his made her sigh in relief, that foggy memory becoming a blur as she now focused her undivided attention at the man she had associated herself with.

Even though she had seem him with that infamous Onychinus Uniform all throughout the game, Luna couldn't help but to be dazzled by the man who glows under this golden hue of the chandelier.

"She's ready Boss Man!"

"What do you think of our disguise!"

The twins reel her attention back, as they both perk at her sides with their exaggerated hand motions. Luna takes a sharp breathe before going down the staircase, her gaze down as she was making sure she was careful to not fall and make a fool out of herself. The older butler noticed her discomfort, quickly meeting her hand midway as he helped guide Luna down the stairs.

It is once she reaches down the stairs when Sylus makes his statement about her make over. 

"You look presentable,"

She hadn't expected him to say anything at all, so her look of bewilderment made him raise a brow her way. Luna coughs a bit, but she's quick to give him a curt nod,  "You look good as well Mister Sylus,"

He seemingly huffs at this, but nonetheless directs the rest of his attention towards his subordinates. His voice equally as his intimidating face. 

"Be on the lookout for any vermin whose running a muck,"

The twin and the butler standing beside them salute under Sylus's orders, "Yes Boss,"

Sylus doesn't wait and leaves the mansion followed by a quite anxious Luna. She could see up ahead one of the many of his collections, an older model car that was parked and ready for him. Another butler hands him the keys in which he takes with ease, flicking the switched and turning on the car.

"Get in,"

Luna obeys, taking the passenger seat as he rears the engine of the motor. The ride towards the banquet was long and quiet, the only sound of the engine had occupied their awkward silence. Though Luna was glad he wasn't speaking, already having too much restless thoughts about this mission.

'I want to go home...' 

Up ahead, a mansion on a hill decorated with lavish and class, befitted for its event. Various first rate cars pull through, guests covered with fortune. Seeing this, Luna's stomach begun to churn again, clearly anxious. 

But unlike the rest of the regular guest, Sylus was directed in another route of the entrance...VIP, as expected for him. He parks, quickly stepping out the vehicle and tossing the keys towards the valet. Before Luna can open her side of the door when Sylus beats her to it, swiftly opening the door for her like a gentleman would. 

Then...came his offering hand. 

Luna remains stiff at his sudden manners, as he's not once treated her with such attentiveness.

"We don't have all night Lt." His tone like a cold shackle snaps her from her daze, quickly taking his hand as he guides her out of the car. Unlike the way his eyes are honed with much intensity, his smile is aloof yet calculating.

His voice is low, resonating within his throat, "Smile, otherwise our little interaction won't be as convincing,"

Luna quickly picks up his tone, offering a small smile his way—subtle but it was there. He guides her out carefully, his eyes not missing the way some of lingering eyes of the arriving VIPs dance around their presence carefully.

Especially towards the woman he had brought along.

Sylus offered his forearm towards Luna—he wasn't one for close and physical contact with another person, but if they wanted to make their interactions believable, he must abide to this closeness. And Luna knew this very much, hesitant to walk this close to him. Then again this was all an act, nothing was genuine.

Setting aside her troubling thoughts, she links her arm around his, following his lead. But they were stopped before they could enter the banquet, a guard posted at the entrance stands before them.

"I would need to see an invitation Mister,"

Sylus seemingly scoffs at this, his deep chuckle making the guard narrow his gaze at his mockery. Sylus doesn't respond—he just pulls out an oh so familiar red brooch. Gleaming under the light, the guard immediately steps aside with a terrified expression, bow prominent and avoiding their gaze.

"I uh...I apologize for my ignorance," He manages to mutter out, allowing both Sylus and Luna to enter the banquet without any further complications. 

'Is he going to report us?' Luna peers back, noticing the guard talking towards his ear radio. Luna silently deadpans, 'I'm already regretting this,'

Upon their arrival, certain eyes lay on their presence. They were analyzing them, especially the woman that the infamous Onychinus Leader had brought in. Luna had begun to feel strained from their gazes. 

"Eyes forward," Sylus tugs her along his side, his gaze steady as he looked up ahead with an aloof look. 

She had felt a sense of deja vu as she walks besides Sylus, almost exactly like the scene where MC enters with a beautiful red dress that matches perfectly with Sylus's red & black attire he had come to known for. But unlike their path, Luna looked out of place standing besides the notorious Onychinus Leader.

A pale dress that contrast his darker attire...like socks that were mismatched—they simply didn't look compatible. 

"Seems like our honorable target hasn't made his presence," Sylus ushers, his eyes scanning the room of insufferable guests. They find themselves in a remote area lingering towards the food, he offers her a drink with a smile. 

"Hohenheim is our main target for tonight, alongside his lackeys," He takes a glass of wine, but he doesn't bother to drink it, swirling the glass in between his long fingers, "You will serve as bait,"

Luna almost spits the drink, but she holds herself back with a muffled cough. She gulps the remainder of the liquid, as Sylus's words echo in her mind like a ticking time bomb. Her mind tries to wrap around his words, reeling her mind back towards the mission report they had given to her. Not once was it mentioned that she will be used as bait, none of the sort. 

All was she was told was to stay by his side and aide him whenever he needed to heal. 

"Bait? Bait?? Mister Sylus why are you—!"

"—A little bird told me that Hohenheim has some particular taste when it comes to women..."

Those ruby eyes of his reflect upon the glass wine before lingering towards Luna's exasperated expression, "More specifically, woman with tan skin and blonde hair,"

He lifts his glass wine, slightly tipping it over towards Luna's direction, a hint of mirth swirling within those jeweled eyes of his, "Doesn't that description awfully fit a certain someone?"

And by certain someone...Sylus was referring to Luna. 

Now it all made perfect sense. She wasn't here to aide Sylus, she was here to lure those mindless rats into the Lion's den for their judgment. 

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'I want to go home,'

Luna stands around the corners of the banquet, walking aimlessly to give off the vibe that she was alone. Sylus had made his exit once Hohenheim's lackeys stationed in a separate room where their meeting will be held. According to him, he will be dealing with those men personally (given his nature, he is most likely going to kill them).

"Has he taken the bait?"

Sylus's voice cuts through the ear piece radio he had provided for their communication. She had momentarily forgotten she had it worn until his voice rings through. Luna takes a glance around, quick to recognize the red eye patch that has started to near closer to her. Luna answers the comms in a low voice.

"...He's getting closer,"

She wouldn't deny that she was feeling extremely anxious. Especially angry...angry that Sylus had forcibly pushed this role onto her last minute. He did this on purpose, knowing well she couldn't refuse at this crucial hour. Luna couldn't make a scene because it would expose her, she couldn't leave because she had no way of leaving this island...so her hands were tied. And thus forcing her to accept this last minute action.

He chuckles, "Good...distract him for a bit while I deal with these rodents,"

Luna mentally sighs, already dreading to converse with the grubby old man she has to seduce, "...How long will that take Mr. Sylus?"

"Hm..."

That suffocating cologne and that familiar red suit quickly stands before her, urging her to tense. Unlike her previous encounters, Hohenheim was now standing before her with a warm smile, the wrinkle of his eyes perking up when she makes eye contact with him, "Are you alone Miss?"

On cue, Sylus's voice rings in the comms again, his first and last words towards her.

"I'd say 15 minutes...should be enough time to seduce him yes?"

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'Justkeepsmilingjustkeepsmilingjustkeepismiling—'

"I don't think I've ever seen you before young lady," Hohenheim lifts an offering hand towards Luna. She could only smile his way, placing hers on top of his to receive his greeting.

He beams as he places a soft kiss on her knuckles, and she fights back the urge to cringe.

"T-This is my first time at these sorts of events," Luna looks away, pretending to be shy as she puts up a sweet voice, "M-My father brought me here to socialize but I'm too nervous~" 

'KILL ME NOW!'

Hohenheim seems to accept her words, smiling cheekily, "You father? Whose family do you come from if you don't mind me asking?"

'Shit I didn't think this through!' Luna silently curses, 'DAMN IT SYLUS! 15 MINUTES IS TOO LONG HURRY UP AND KILL THOSE BASTARDS—!'

"—We're from the Ma Clan, We come from a country in the Middle East," Luna quickly comes up with a lie, smiling her way through the pain of trying not to cringe. She made up a random last name in hopes to not rise suspicion, and hopefully he wouldn't pry any more than he should.

At this, Hohenheim's expression becomes one of surprise, his eyes widen, "From the Middle East? I've done a couple of business deals over there with the Nefertari Clan,"

Luna didn't expect to strike a sudden treasure mine of information. She wasn't sure whether this information was useful or not, but since this man was an accomplice of EVER, it wouldn't hurt to dig a bit deeper more. And with the way he referred to the Clan with much respect, Luna assumed the Nefertari was a powerful group in the Middle East.

She pretends to be amazed, holding a hand over to cover her mouth in shock, "The Nefertari Clan? To strike a deal with that family...you must be amazing Mister!" Luna didn't miss the detail in praising him, hoping to rub his ego in order for his guard to drop.

And he took the bait, huffing with a rather prideful look on his face and he continues to sing about his business deals in the Middle East. She let his ramble through, never missing a nods and a praise in order to keep the conversation flowing. 

'Sylus hasn't responded...' Luna began to worry, her anxious heart unable to settle as the time ticks, 'It feels like 30 minutes has passed—'

"—Ah! That's right! There's a rather interesting story I've heard during my many stays in the Middle East," Hohenheim smiles, his fingers lingering towards a caterer's tray, "I'm sure you must have heard of it yes?"

"Story?" Luna blinks, unsure where this conversation is headed. Again, she tries to steady the flow with a smile, "Well, there a quite many tales within our country, I am unsure which one you may speak of,"

He takes a glass of wine, his expression filled by his grin, "A story of a goddess...that with a flick on her finger she could grant any sort of wish,"

'...A goddess who grants wishes...?' Luna frowns, becoming confused about his words. As far as she knew, there wasn't any information about a goddess who grants wishes in the Love & Deepspace lore. 

He continues, that grin of his becoming quite unsettling as he stares at the glass of wine, "But with divine power such as that, the Goddess was surrounded by enemies. And so...The Goddess was then sealed away by a witch, and was turned into a red stone,"

Luna felt a strange tug inside her heart, unsure the direction of his words nor why he was saying all of this.

"They say that the stone exists somewhere in the vast desert of the Middle East, hidden away in a temple as it awaits for its next wisher. Everyone who knows of this story sought out after it for many centuries, and those who seek through are granted any wish alongside eternal life for those who wield its power,"

Luna felt something cold shiver across her body, her lips part as she echoes his words back, "....Eternal life?"

She would have thought his words were blasphemy if it weren't for the fact that she knew that it was indeed possible in this world. Philos—a future world where life could be extended for many centuries. Xavier who showed that prime example of possible eternal life, even though he had not much left after going through the Deepspace Tunnel. But alas...everything comes to an end in this circle of life.

But a stone that could grant eternal life? It was something to speculate...especially since she was not aware of it existence from the game's lore. She hadn't heard of such a story, making her frown.

Again, that uneasy feeling cripples on the edges of Luna's soul...but she was unsure why. 

"That's right! The red stone that can grant immortality—The Philosopher's Stone," 

She felt her body stiffen, brows furrow with confusion yet her interest was piqued slightly, "Philosopher's Stone...?"

Hohenheim grin morphs to a soft smile, noticing her interest, "It's amazing isn't it? A stone that can grant eternal life....? It's like the Goddess had bestowed such a gift for us mortals to find. I've been on the search for that stone for many years,"

He takes a large gulp of the wine, a satisfied smirk sneering across his face, "And after such hardships, I had finally found a clue of its existence,"

'Huh!? He has—!?' Luna couldn't hide her surprise, making Hohenheim laugh at her antics. 

"Seems like the young lady is interested in the arts of immortality~ Of course, a beauty such as yourself wants to remain young right?" He snickers, seemingly proud of 'guessing' her reasoning. 

Of course, Hohenheim was wrong. Luna wasn't interested of the idea of an eternal life—immortality or whatever you may call it. No...she was much more interested in the other attribute of the so called Philosopher's Stone...the power to grant any wish. 

A wish.

Anything can be granted.

And that included her ticket back to her real world.

Luna's chest tightens, her eyes wavering with hope at Hohenheim's words. After many months of endless research and help from Philip, they haven't been able to find any leads to her return home, and knowing that the time is ticking for the Main Story to start, Luna was becoming desperate.

Even if it meant believing a tale about a stone that can grant any wish...Luna was willing to take the bet. She just wanted to go home, because she knew she would never be part of this world she had seen through her screen. Luna was bystander of their story, a reader who romanticizes the beauty of their world. 

She had no place, she did not belong.

"That stone...where have you—"

But then Luna was interrupted when a disheveled man runs up to them, ignoring her presence and whispering something into Hohenheim's ears. At that, a muffled static rings in her ear...Sylus's voice cuts through.

"They've caught on—"

That was all Luna needed to hear, especially when she saw the way Hohenheim's expression had morphed into anger. That was her cue. But before she could or anyone could move, a rumbling underneath soon followed by various explosions across the banquet. Panicked screams and shuffling feet had created tension, Luna quickly analyzes the situation at hand; taking advantage of the smoke & chaos. 

She lets her body move, snacking her hand across Hohenheim's arms, her hidden gun pressed firmly against the core of his head. 

"Don't move or he's dead," She grits, glaring at the lackey who was shakily pointing his gun at her. She had taken Hohenheim has hostage, he was the one Sylus was after. 

Hohenheim hadn't expected this turn of events, unable to shake off her hold. At that, Luna mutters the same words she had used against him. 

"Mr. Sylus sends his regards Hohenheim..."

His body tenses, his mind going back to the party in Snowcrest. He clicks his tongue, a nervous smile on his anxious face, "Damn it...I should have known—"

Hohenheim realized too late the sweet trap the Onychinus Leader had laid out for him, and he who blindly fell for the beauty. He looks at his lackey who continues to shake, the shimmering pistol pointing at Luna's unmoving gaze. 

Luna pulls onto the safety, a large click cutting the tension as she presses further onto Hohenheim's skull, "Tell your man to put his gun away, or I'll shoot you,"

Despite his situation, he merely chuckles, "Put the gun down Jeremy,"

The lackey seems to hesitate, eyes widen, "B-But sire—"

"—I said put it away now!"

But before he could take another step when multiple shots were fired, the lackey's body shifted violently, churning before falling flat face onto the marbled ground. A pool of blood mold before him, the stench of iron engulfing their smoky environment. Hohenheim could only stare his subordinate's lifeless body with a terrified look. 

Luna hadn't moved a single finger from the trigger...so who was it the one who brutally shot the lackey without warning?

"That's a nice face you got there, Hohenheim~"

Before the smoke, a pair of red eyes stare from within...heels clicking ominously slow towards their direction. That eerie voice was unmistakable from the shadows—chilling & cold. Hohenheim's body shakes within Luna's grasp, knees buckle from fear, urging her to tighten her hold onto him before he could fall.

Luna wouldn't deny that she too felt fear, her wavering eyes never leaving the familiar silhouette that had emerged form the smoke. Luna was once again reminded how cruel the notorious Onychinus Leader can be with those who oppose him. Sylus was truly terrifying. 

Sylus now stands on ground, coming face to face with Hohenheim who looks up at him as if he were knocking on death's door.

"The night's just getting started Hohenheim...so let's have a nice chat,"

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"Let's cut to the chase. Where are the Protocores?"

They found themselves in one of the many lounges of the banquet, though as beautiful as it was...it was completely wrecked after the explosions Sylus had initially caused. Luna stands by his side, as he finds a perfectly fitted singular couch seat to lounge while a trembling Hohenheim was tied before them.

Despite his situation, Hohenheim denies the accusation with an avoidant gaze, "I-I don't know what you're talking about—"

"—I don't think you understand your situation Hohenheim," Sylus voice cuts him, his ruby gaze sharp, "I am not asking you,"

Hohenheim's gaze is grim, as if thinking about his next words carefully. His eyes linger at Sylus before going back to Luna, staring between the two. He seemingly misunderstands their relationship.

"Are you his bitch, Miss?" Hohenheim's smirk is unsure as his voice comes out shaky, "D-Don't be fooled by his words! Once he's done with you he'll toss you aside like how he's done with the rest of us!"

Luna blinks at his loud exclamation, seemingly unaffected by his words, "Of course I know that, I'd be an absolute fool if I didn't know that,"

Luna brings a hand towards her chin, voicing her thought, "After all Mister Sylus on the surface is the most cruelest and conceited man in the N-109 Zone,"

Sylus narrows his gaze at the woman that stood beside him, "Are you insulting me now Lt?"

Luna quickly straightens her posture, her words quick to praise him,  "—Not at all Mister Sylus, after all you are the most prominent figure & an excellent business man,"

He seems to buy her flattery, smirking before going back to face Hohenheim, "Well you heard the lady. Now enough of the pointless chatting and tell me where the Protocores are,"

But Hohenheim doesn’t seem to stop there, his gaze still on Luna and ignoring Sylus, "T-The Philosopher's Stone...!! You wanted to know where it is, right Miss!?" 

Sylus's eyes narrow at Hohenheim's sudden antics, "You—"

He ignores him again, "If you want! I can show you where it is!! Untie me and I'll guide you there!! You're better off with my offer than staying by Sylus's side!!" Hohenheim's voice reaches an octave, face churn with desperation as he stares up at a rather bewildered Luna. 

She blinks again.

It was a rather tempting offer. Think about it. An offer to find a mythical stone that could grant her any wish...or to stay with a ticking time bomb by the name Sylus. If she had to choose...

Luna nods to herself, 'Well...he's got a point,' The first offer was truly tempting indeed. 

Luna is lost in thought, closing her eyes as she compares the two offers.

Sensing her hesitation, Sylus snaps to glare at her, "You can't seriously be thinking about his offer,"

Luna quickly responds, "Of course not Mister Sylus. Otherwise you'll have my head,"

Hohenheim stares back and forth the between the two, utterly baffled by their banter,  "H-Huh...?"

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"Xavier? Are you on standby?"

The cloudy skies of Linkon City had begun to rumble, the incoming spring showers having no rest over these past couple of days. A benevolent skyscraper settled in the heart of Linkon looms tall. Hidden within its shadows, lies a familiar silvered-haired Hunter. Unlike his usually bright attire, he was draped with darker colors to blend with the shadows.

Xavier clicks on his earpiece, "Are you done?"

On cue, the lights of the building quickly shut off entirely. Then a static message rings through his comms, "There you go. You got exactly 30 minutes...be careful Xavier,"

Xavier doesn't hesitate to move, finding his way through the dark corridors of the rather luxurious building. The security system had been shut down by none other than his friend, Jeremiah...promising him 30 minutes of free access without getting caught.

His destination?

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"Y-You can't be serious...!" Hohenheim's voice stutters, "I can give you so much more Miss!!"

Luna frowns at the older man's persistence, 'Why is he being so stubborn...does he not realize the situation that he's in?'

The man seated beside where she stands has begun to run out of patience. Though Sylus wasn't a patient person to begin with, especially when it came down to business. He stands from his relaxed lean, where Luna is reminded how much taller he was when he stood proud like this. His coat flickers when he takes slow strides towards the tied up Hohenheim. 

The older man hiccups when he sees Sylus near closer towards him, stirring him into a frenzy panic. Unable to free from the ropes that strained his arms, he collapses down. Hohenheim's eyes peer frankly across the room, his eyes soon landing at the slightly ajar door.  He tries to wiggle his way out, but he's stopped when Sylus's heel press cruelly down onto his spine. 

"I won't ask again," Sylus's right eye began to glow, a familiar red whip manifesting around them, "Where at the Protocores?"

"I-I don't have them—AGH!"

Seeing his denial only makes Sylus press his weight further down. Unlike his twisted face, Sylus remains poised. 

Luna cringes as she watches the cruel scene unfold before her, 'Seriously...why can't he just tell him so we can be done with this...I can't bare to watch any longer...'

"F-FINE! O-OKAY....!" Hohenheim huffs, his whole body trembling, "T-That bastard Tristan got them!! I sold them all to him!"

Luna caught the way Sylus's body slightly flinching, but it was so brief that Luna swore she'd imagined it.  By the way his expression twitched under the name, Luna could tell Sylus knew this guy by the name 'Tristan'.

"He's in Linkon right now..." Sylus mutters, taking his foot off Hohenheim's back. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, "We've wasted time here,"

After going through the trouble of coming to this island expecting to obtain his stolen Protocores, he was met with another dead end. Just as Sylus is about to bury Hohenheim completely when the said man begun to gradually laugh...ominously.

Both Sylus and Luna remain quiet, unsure why Hohenheim was laughing like some sort of maniac. The situation itself wasn't something to laugh at, especially in his case. Luna frowns, feeling unnerved by his reaction, 'The hell is he laughing about...?'

Luna's stomach churns, that uneasy feeling not going away.

Before either could have time to even comprehend their situation when the doors and windows breakthrough. In a blink of an eye, both Sylus and Luna found themselves surrounded by men in suits.

There were far too many to count, urging Luna to tense beside a stoic Sylus—they were cornered with no way out. 

At that, they see Hohenheim being helped up from his state, unbinding the ropes as he grins, "There's no escaping Sylus! You're a deadman now!"

Sylus seems to realize Hohenheim's plan, a smirk dawning on him, "I see, you told me because you didn't plan to let me live hm?"

The group had aimed their armed weapons at Sylus, and with no hesitation pull the trigger. 

"!?"

The bullets bind through the air—aimed for their smirking target...but the fired shots do not ever touch Sylus. They watch as a familiar bluish liquid halt their pursuit, a bright blue shield hovers & surround. 

"Are you okay Mister Sylus?"

An weary Luna appears before Sylus, her water shield protected them from the incoming bullets. She lets out a couple of shaky sighs, Luna had not expected to throw herself in front of Sylus like this. And she becomes even more sapped when some of the men in suits had recognized her Evol.

"That water Evol!—"

"—Is that Lieutenant Luna?!"

'Damn it...my body moved on its own—' Luna cringes, steadying her gaze at each and every challenger. She didn't expect herself to shield him like this, especially knowing how powerful he is. Sylus was a prominent foe, his Evol could easily have deflect the incoming bullets. So then why did she move to cover him?

Sylus is rather amused, that smirk of his tainted on his devilish looks. 

"And here I thought you wouldn't use your Evol Lt.~" Sylus hums, his brow raised as he eyes the impressive shield. It was his first time seeing Luna's Water Evol being used as a defensive mechanism, he didn't think it would be possible. He was rather pleased with the outcome. 

Luna silently deadpans at his sleazy tone, unsure why he was making light of their situation, 'ARE YOU SERIOUSLY MAKING AN OBSERVATION RIGHT NOW??! IN A MIDDLE OF THIS FIGHT?!'

She wanted to turn and scream this at him, to go over and choke him to death. (In fact she had started to regret covering for him) But just like every other scenario with him, she holds back her on her intrusive thoughts. If she were to lose it here, she can only imagine the worse for her. 

Luna peers over her shoulder, her expression infused with deduction, "You promised you'll protect my identity yeah?"

Seeing her worried expression, Sylus couldn't help but emit a deep chuckle—amused by her antics.

"Of course, I don't plan on leaving anything behind,"

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With various trinkets, Xavier finds himself standing before the very residency of the woman he couldn't trust. He hovers a strange device above her lock, and within seconds of decoding...the door unlocks with a click.

He's in.

Xavier carefully pushes the door open, the cold gust of wind wiggle its way towards him, the room dark & dim with no life. Xavier takes a couple of steps in, careful to no leave any traces of his presence behind once he fully enters. When his eyes adjust in the dark, he finally takes a good look at the home of the Lieutenant.

"It's dull..." He murmurs, steel blue eyes narrowing across the living room. This place, with just a singular furniture of a sofa, no vanities, no hung decor, no photos...nothing. It was as if no one lived here. Did Lieutenant Luna truly live here? He begins to doubt, checking his phone and the condo's room number again...and indeed...this plain & dull place was Luna's. Quite befitting for the fellow hunter. He muses.

Of course, Xavier admitted he wasn't someone who would spend his money much on materialistic things, but comparing his own place to this...his home at least looked like someone lived there. But this? Xavier walks further down, where his eyes catch the glimpse of something in the corners of the living room. 

He blinks, those steel eyes of his following the singular fish that swam happily inside a large tank. And upon seeing Xavier, the fish makes cute turns as if doing a coupe of tricks for his sole guest. 

He blinks again. 

The only source of life in this dull home was this singular fish swimming inside the vast tank...all alone and bearing the fruit of life. Xavier felt a strange yet familiar tug vibrate within his chest, a long forgotten feeling that he'd mended with for so many years. All alone & fighting for so long... perhaps he could somewhat emphasize with this fish here.

He places his hand carefully towards the large glass, the bluish glow reflecting on his steel eyes. They somewhat waver into something else, his eyes like the painted blue skies have begun to resurface into something much more. But he doesn't let himself dwell further into his turmoil thoughts, reeling himself back into reality—he wasn't here to feel sentimental...he was here to expose the truth.

Xavier finally pulls away from the tank, his eyes trailing towards the end of the hall...he could feel it—this obscure energy. 

It was the presence of a Protocore.

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'What is this...?'

Xavier found himself standing before this ominous door that emitted these strange fluctuations, an eerie bluish green glow. His gloved hand reaches towards the lock, hovering above it just slightly to use his own Evol to unlock the door. But to no avail. He retracts his hand with a frown.

His thought bicker with himself back and forth. Xavier had planned to sneak in without a fuss—to get information and go within the 30 minute mark. But this door...something was lurking behind it, something that wasn't meant to be discovered. 

His hand twitches, and with a flicker of light, Xavier musters his steel sword from within his grasps. A beautiful pale sword that only he could emit, a sword that was ready to pierce. It glows under his will. 

Xavier's eyes are steady and hollow, taking a deep breathe in before striking cruelly at the edge of the lock. He'd expected the lock to break from his sheer force, but instead he was shoved back—violent & intentional. The shield created by the Protocore pushes Xavier away, protecting the door.

His breathe hitches, not expecting this outcome. He bites his lips before going for another strike.

—He's pushed back. He strikes again. He's pushed again...he strikes again.

Again and again and again...until he was trying to compose his breathing. His weary eyes gaze up at the unscathed door. The shield does not budge under his will, no matter how many times he swings his sword...or when he activates his Evol—the shield remains still & unmoving. Was this the pure essence of the Protocore? 

Xavier has never seen this type of Protocore enhancement...perhaps this Protocore was modified under Onychinus?

'No...this doesn't feel like the work of Onychinus...this modification is much too advance,' Xavier studies, steadying his slouched posture. 'Is this EVER's doing...no it's not them either,'

Xavier had speculated that this Protocore might be modified by either organization, but the more he thought and compared from his previous expeditions...this Protocore shield had a far too advance modification. That much he could tell. But that left him on with one question. 

'...if it's not EVER's or Onychinus's Protocore...then where did the Lieutenant get it?'

A strange tremble within his heart turmoil inside—an uneasy feeling settling in. As far as Xavier was aware, EVER and Onychinus were organizations infamous for bizarre modifications when it comes to rare Protocores. They were always the very first ones to get their hands on the rarest ones...but this Protocore was nothing like the ones he's encountered before. 

He couldn't break it with his Evol, and even if he wanted to use all his force...it would probably end up destroying half of this Skyscraper. In other words, Xavier was unable to do anything, not now at the very least.

'Which means...she's the only one who has access to this door,' He frowns, dissatisfied with this outcome. His steel eyes peer back to the hall, and he makes his way through each room—all but one was empty. The one at the very end of the hall-the master bedroom-had occupied just one singular bed with a matching drawer. Xavier checks inside the cabinet for anything, under the bed...clicking and tapping on anything that could possibly trigger something. 

Again nothing. This condo was truly empty (aside from the door that is being protected by a Protocore).

Just like the rest of the dull house, there were no décor on the wall, no picture frames of family, nothing.

It truly felt like no one lived here. 

And that was a problem for Xavier. He came here specifically to gather information on the Lieutenant whose biography was vague; hardly any information about herself. He thought by coming here, he would find the answers to his questions, to expose Lieutenants true colors. But instead he was brought with even more questions. 

Was this truly all the information he could obtain? 

Just as he's about to head out when a sudden glow emits at the very corner of his peripheral vision. He snaps, opening the drawer again quickly—his breathe hitches. 

It was a pendant, a swirling pink hue engulfed inside the well crafted jewel which emitted this glow. He gently picks it up, the beautiful jewel shimmering above his palm, and upon further inspection;

'Another Protocore...I've never seen this one either...' He ushers towards his pockets looking for a specific gadget, lifting the device over the pendant. The device trembles, scanning the jewel he holds and recording its details. Once he was done scanning, Xavier returns the pendant back to its place.

He remains where he stands, his eyes flickering over the the device in his hand, 'These readings...'

Before he could dwell further into his thoughts when a familiar static message rings through his comms. 

"Xavier!? Are you still there? There's a minute left—"

Jeremiah's worried tone echoes through, making Xavier frown even further with displeasure. He quickly leaves her condo through the dark, and just how easily he entered, he left. Seconds later, the light & security of the Skyscraper illuminates after 30 solid minutes...

Xavier stands high on top of the roof of another building, the breeze of the cloudy night flicker his midnight disguised as his moonlight eyes linger towards the condo he had just left. He stands there for a moment, taking in and trying to decipher the situation beforehand. First and foremost, the door that was infused with a Protocore he wasn't familiar with, was a major clue about Luna. 

Even if he didn't find a way to access it, he knows that Luna was the only one who can open it. Which means, if he gets her to open it...then he will know what secrets reside in that room. These secrets were something far from ordinary, especially since they are being sealed by a rare Protocore...secrets that weren't meant to be known. 

But Xavier wasn't going to stand idle by after witnessing what truly lies within her home...he was going to unravel the truth, one way or another. 

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'It reeks...'

Luna stands before the rather heinous scene of the bloody battle that had taken place just seconds ago. Sylus had gone in a rampage while she aided him when necessary (it was mostly her just avoiding each bullet & punch). She couldn't even consider it a battlefield, especially the way Sylus ruthlessly crumbled each & every one who defied him. 

And Hohenheim was the one who suffered his demise the most. Luna could almost pity him—but she didn't since Hohenheim wasn't no saint. She goes to cover her nose, the reeking smell of what was left of their blood had begun to overwhelm her senses.

"What? Is this too gory for you Lt?"

Luna slightly flinches when she hears Sylus speak behind her & when she almost takes a step away—her back collides against his. It was all far too quick, as she found herself staring right into those ruby eyes of his filled with mirth. Luna stiffens at their close proximity, holding her breath as her eyes waver. She didn't expect him to be this close—she could feel his breathe slightly tickling her face. 

A low chuckle emits from his throat, feeling the vibrations like a roar, "Have you finally decided to kill me?"

It is then Luna realizes how she had hosted the gun, the cold metal pointing directly under Sylus's chin. Just as she's about to back away when he leans further down, those taunting eyes of his making her shrink. 

"If you want to kill me, you'll need more than that," 

His words barely comes out as a whisper, ruby eyes refusing to look away from hers. And Luna found it hard to move when he was reeling her in like this. Again, she was reminded how devilishly beautiful he is—he was a true Male Lead after all. It took everything in her will to gulp away her stuttering heart and to speak. 

"I will never do such a thing Mister Sylus..." Luna blinks, finally able to avoid & lower her gaze, slightly intimidated. 

He seemingly scoffs, but he still doesn't pull away, "But aren't you the one who knows everything about me? You can easily kill me hm?"

He was referring to how she knows about him through the Game. 

"You're twisting my words," Luna mutters, still avoiding that endearing gaze of his, "Even if I knew your weakness...we promised we would help each oth—"

"I hope you understand that whomever your host has associated herself with before, don't expect any help from me,"

Luna felt her heart tug.

"I've given you sanctuary in Onychinus base for three years, but that is all you are receiving. I mean after all, " He chuckles lowly, "That was part of our deal yes? Outside of that, there is nothing else. Am I clear?"

—Luna had momentarily forgotten Sylus's truth. She had gotten too comfortable...of course he would feel conscious about a mere stranger who so happens to know practically everything about him. He was the type of man to hold many secrets, to keep his enemies at bay, to keep them from exploiting him. Sylus is a prominent leader with a bounty, and those who weren't his beloved were not allowed to know even the strands of his hair. 

And yet, Luna lies here...one who knows far too much. To know his tragic myth with his sorceress, the one whom he would lay his life for. She knew the sides that only MC would know, the way his ruby eyes curve, his sweet voice when he spoke to MC. Luna knew far too much...after all she had played in the eyes of MC. Luna had seen all of those venerable sides as the protagonist. But she had kept those details in secret, truly unable to tell either of Sylus that. 

In this reality, Luna had become someone else, an NPC with no connection. MC was her own person, she was alive and moving on her own free will. Luna wasn't MC, and MC wasn't Luna. And she will never be her.

Luna had gotten used to such cruel analyzes, always reminding herself this was the very reason why she had to leave. Luna had no purpose in this otome world, staying here would only get her killed. 

"I won't kill you..." Luna murmurs, finally able to back away from Sylus, "...I won't and ever will...because you have someone waiting for you,"

Sylus remains poised, those ruby eyes of his continuing to bore deep into her eyes. He doesn't look away even when she does, his gaze locked solely onto her expression.

"How can I guarantee you won't do it in the future—" He insists but it is when he felt his whole body stiffen, his eyes widen as he continues to stare at Luna's expression. He had seen her expression falter before, back then, he didn't think much of it. He wasn't someone who would comfort those he didn't feel connected to. But this was different...there was something else, something entirely from what he's seen. 

She whose expression was always stiff & blank...she whose masked had started to crumble these past couple of months. But now...the mask had crumbled and he stares the very surface of the canvas that had been hidden away for such a long time. And Sylus couldn't find the strength to look away from her. 

She who bores such a heartbreaking look on her face, her voice trembles softly with truth. 

"—Because I can't bare to do such a cruel thing to you Sylus..."

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Sylus hasn't said a word since Luna's truthful vow...the only sound resonating in this unknown tension was the blaring blades of the helicopter. They were on their way back to Linkon.

But for now, this awkward silence settles in. Neither of them speak about what happened. Luna's resolve makes Sylus think. Or rather...he seemed unsure how to respond. Yet again...he wasn't someone who will openly comfort another, especially with someone whom he only knows as a temporary ally. 

Luna wasn't someone he was close with, just business partners with no attachments. Despite this factor, this woman knew him far much more than he knew of himself. According to her, he was one of the main characters in a video game, hence her immense knowledge about him and this world. Though as bizarre as that sounded, he was no stranger to people being warped from different dimensions—He came through the deepspace.

So naturally, he would have to believe her.

"—Because I can't bare to do such a cruel thing to you Sylus..."

As much as he didn't want to seem bothered by her words, he couldn't help but let her words string him along. What did she mean by that? And with that expression nonetheless...

'So killing me would be something cruel...? Now that's a first,' Sylus muses, finding himself gazing at his own stoic expression from the reflection of the window. He was used of being the villain of everyone's story—the monster that couldn't be tamed, a feral beast waiting for his next prey behind the cage. Sylus had always played by those rules.

He who was surrounded by those who would love to claim his head on a silver platter. Those who wished his death like some sort of holy grail.

But once his beloved came in—the woman who named him...she was the only one who stayed by his side. She who saw passed through this façade that everyone labeled him as, she who showed him what love truly is...showed him that he wasn't alone. That was all Sylus needed...that is what has kept him going for so long. That lingering presence of hers is what made him for who he is.

That alone was enough...Sylus didn't need anyone else's sympathy. There was no expectations, nor did he wish them.

But here he was...seated beside a woman he had no connection with. A temporary ally that had expressed the cruelty of his death, she did not wish for such fate for him. 

"—Because I can't bare to do such a cruel thing to you Sylus...".

Her words ring again like a prayer, echoing back and forth behind his mind. Is it because she knew about his past? Did she feel sympathetic for his story? Sylus had never felt so vulnerable like this...

Despite how uncomfortable he was feeling, he found himself staring at her reflection through the window. He recalls her expression, her brows furrowed, eyes daring to cry, her lips trembling. He never thought she was capable of making such a heartbreaking look.

But now, her expression has warped back to her usual poker face. 

Sylus doesn't take his eyes off from her reflection of the window, those ruby eyes of his boring each and every detail he could muster. There were times when he couldn't quite fathom her, a forgettable face. She was like a phantom—distant and seemingly invisible figure. Perhaps because she was just a lost soul who was bound inside this body, which is what made her slightly interesting in Sylus's eyes. She wasn't from here, just like how he was...

Is that why he couldn't say anything when she told him those honest words? Had he grown weak emotionally? If someone else were to openly admit those cowardly words towards him, he would have gotten rid of them the second they show such compassion. And yet here he was...sitting inside this helicopter with these unusually compelling emotions. 

Sylus had kept this woman alive for simply amusing matters. She was interesting and she carried valuable information as an outsider. He didn't care whether she would remain alive for the rest of their agreement, nor did he care about her personal problems. But now...he couldn't erase that heartbroken expression of hers no matter how much he tries to toss his emotions aside. 

Sylus was unnerved by this new set of emotions. 

"Mister Sylus, we have arrived,"

The helicopter hovers above the familiar Skyscraper of Linkon, they have arrived to Luna's residency. It blades come to a slight stop as they slowly settle down the rooftop. Luna slides the door open of the heli, being careful to take the steps down, especially with the way her feet pierced with pain. She lets out a shaky sigh she had held all throughout this awkward ride home, just glad to be home.

Before she could bid her brief goodbye when Sylus stands right before her. Luna hadn't expect him to get off after what happened, and yet here he was standing before her with an unreadable expression. His towering frame overlooks her—his crimson veil flicker alongside the breeze of the night city. The glow of the bustling cars illuminated his face, every shape and every angle beautiful. Eyes like rubies twinkle under the glow.

Seeing him up close makes her once again realize just how beautiful he is, how beautiful they all were. 

"The stone that Hohenheim was blabbering about, " He begins, mirth playing along his ruby eyes, "Just how valuable is it for you to be thinking of switching up?"

Luna coughs at this, she hadn't expect their conversation to lead back to what Hohenheim was promising her—The Philosopher's Stone. It had peaked her interest, not because of the promised Eternal Life he was boastfully blabbering about. No, she was much more keen on the idea that the Stone can grant any power. 

A possible key for her escape. 

Luna clears her throat, "T-The Philosopher's Stone, He says that the stone exists somewhere in the vast desert of the Middle East, hidden away in a temple. Those who seek through are granted any wish alongside eternal life for those who wield its power," 

Now that piqued Sylus's attention, a smirk making its way onto his handsome face, "Didn't take you as someone whose interested in foolish stories like those Lt.~"

Luna irks at his taunting tone, unable to hide her annoyed expression. 

He laughs at this, as he thought out loud, "A Stone that could grant any wish...sounds like the start of a disaster,"

But Sylus knew exactly why Luna was tempted. She who wanted to leave and go back to her real world, of course she would want to take her chances with a stone that could grant her the wish to go back home. Considering everything that has happened, Philip has yet found any traces that could help her return.

'The Philosopher's Stone huh...quite the tempting offer,' Sylus muses, glancing briefly at the full moon that manifested before looking back at Luna. 

The glow of the moon light illuminates her rather puzzled expression, he hadn't taken notice of her face up until now—details he's never took note of. Her eyes in a shade of pink he's never seen before glimmer under the moonlight, the way that endearing red wine hair gently sway with the midnight breeze, the acute beauty mark place just under her lips...these were the details he didn't recognize before. 

Has she always been this intriguing? 

"Seems like this Stone has much more to offer than its told," Sylus notes, bringing his hand under his chin in thought, "I'll have to look into it...from what I can understand, it could be a protocore,"

Luna blinks, "Are you saying it's an Aether core?"

Sylus smiles at this, "Who knows. There's only one way to find out—"

On cue, he brings himself back up towards the helicopter. On his command, the blades roar from its rest, creating a sudden rush of wind. Luna braces at the turbulent wind, almost stumbling back. She watches as the helicopter now makes it way up and away from the roof where she stands. Just like that...Sylus was gone with the wind. 

Luna sighs, her eyes barely able to see the helicopter from the distance, "Seriously...he could have at least warned me..."

But once he was out of sight, Luna was finally able to rest he weary self. The overwhelming events prior had made her knees tremble, while bloody bruises had guised from her ankles. It took her very ounce of her energy to make it back to her place, stumbling into the cold & empty condo. 

Luna barely made it to the singular sofa, passing out the second her body hits the welcoming cushion.

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Unlike the previous cloudy and endless spring showers...the skies of the coast of Linkon City was shimmering under the moonlight glow. The moon was bright, its manifestation created large tides of waves to crash at the shore. In a small and remote like island had been overwhelmed by the said waters...

The small island that has been known by many names; Mo Art Studio—The home of the renowned artist Rafayel. 

Inside the beautiful home...was enveloped with scattered artworks, sketches, canvasses, ceramic clay, books, flowers...you name it. All unfinished pieces and seemingly left to be forgotten—pieces that all seem very similar. 

The waves were ferocious, seemingly matching the mood of the owner within the residence. Within the midst of the overwhelming mess, a familiar cotton like hair sways at his abrupt movements, going to toss aside another artbook. He doesn't flinch when the book hits the table and topples over the rest of the piled of sketchbooks. 

He's huffing, he seems to be having trouble controlling his shaky breathing. Those coral eyes of his that carry the weight of his people, strained & hurt glower under the full moon. He groans when his body convulses again, grabbing onto one of the many scattered sketches...crumbling it under his grasps.

"Ngh—" He barely manages to speak, keeping his voice as low as a whisper. But it's not like anyone could hear him, not when he lived miles apart from the City, all alone in this vast home of his that was stationed on this island. Even if he wanted to scream...no one would hear him.

No one.

What felt like endless hours of pain, Rafayel finally felt his body ease slowly & softly. He lets out a shaky sigh, his muscles relaxing and his grip loosening on the sketch he had just crumpled. His coral eyes peer at the sheet, eyes casted down coldly when he recognized the art—sketches he's been working on like an endless loop. 

Sketches of a familiar high ranking Hunter—a woman he couldn't shake away no matter how much he tries to. 

All those scattered works he found himself surrounded by were all unfinished pieces of Lieutenant Luna...that blurry face of hers haunting him like an endless nightmare. Rafayel had never felt this agitated about his art, nor did he ever paint someone so desperately like this. 

"Hah...I must be possessed..." He groans, rubbing his temple. His glare is prominent, glowering under the moonlight, "That damn woman...she's bewitched me,"

A woman that wasn't his beloved bride, a lowly woman whom he had no prior connection to...she who now occupies his mind like a parasite. Rafayel felt overwhelmed with anger. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about Luna, his body and soul was bounded by his beloved bride. He who had waited 800 years to finally find her, even if she didn't remember....time will let them reunite again just like before. This everlasting bond that has been scarred on his soul, transcends their souls to unite each and every lifetime. 

And yet here he was, thinking and drawing another woman that wasn't her...and this infuriated him. 

Rafayel found himself destroying another art piece of Luna, his body convulsing once again with agitation. He collapses, the pain on his right leg overwhelming, he closes his eyes as he could hear the screams of his people translucent into his mind. 

All was left of him was to continue to dwell further into this never ending nightmare...

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Blaring lights blind her sight once more

The ringing sound of the heart monitor resides around her.

The smell of iron was detestable.

She couldn't open her eyes as much as she would want to, the fluorescent light keeping her away. 

She wanted to move, but she could feel her body being restraint against a cold surface.

Why couldn't she move?

No more importantly...she's been here before. 

This pale room, this screeching noise, her skin being peeled open...it was all so familiar. She's been here, countless and countless of times that she had lost track of time. 

She could feel every twist, every cut, every jagged tug. A continuous cycle...an endless nightmare that doesn't let her rest, letting her relive these memories like a ticking time. 

The scars she bares are the reminders of what she truly is.

Just a broken lab rat with no will to live...