Prologue: Bring Them to Me
It was a quiet, moonlit night in the town of Domino. Thankfully, there wasn't a single disturbance affecting the town, neither real nor supernatural. Our four heroes were slumbering quietly in their beds, unconsciously grateful for a chance to rest from their duty of protecting their town from evil. But, of course, the rest wasn't going to last for long.
Down at Domino's park, the moonlight was making the place particularly eerie. The shadows cast by the trees looked like claws reaching out to grab an unsuspecting passerby, especially when the light breeze gently shook them. The only sound which came from the entire place was the occasional tiny chirp of crickets; once it died down, there was only an ominous silence. The mystical look of the park was practically inviting magical creatures to come out and enjoy it.
All of a sudden, right in the middle of a clearing, a mysterious orb of light appeared. The orb started growing larger and larger until it became a glowing portal to elsewhere. Out of the portal came a figure wearing a red cloak which completely covered its face and body, making it impossible to tell if the figure was a man or a woman. Right behind Red-cloak was a hauntingly beautiful woman. Her long, red hair blew around her face, which had piercing green eyes and full, red lips. Her only article of clothing was a full, filmy white dress.
Red-cloak turned to the beautiful woman. "Well, miss," they said in a deep, twisted voice obviously created by a voice-scrambler, "this is their world."
The woman looked around, then whispered, "Interesting…does everyone in this world live out in the wilderness?"
"This isn't their entire world!" Red-cloak yelled in exasperation. "This is merely a park in the midst of their world. We're entering their world HERE because we need to ensure that nobody else sees us."
"Why? I thought the four heroes in this world were accustomed to mystical happenings."
"Them, yes. Anyone else from their world would freak out."
"They're the only ones with magic powers, huh?" The woman shook her head sadly. "What a miserable existence for them."
"Yes, yes, dreadful," Red-cloak said, sounding annoyed. "Now, then, this is what I need you to do: you have to go and start using that power of yours to knock as many men as you can find into unconsciousness. Then, once they're out, find those little things they've usually got in their pockets called 'wallets' and take as much of the papery stuff out as you can possibly carry-except, that is, if the men happen to be one of these three." Red-cloak pulled out three photographs for the woman to look at.
One was of a tri-colored hair teen with large, violet eyes; one was a blond with dark-brown eyes and a rather vacant grin on his face; and the last one was a brunette with black eyes that very slightly resembled a monkey.
The woman took the photos. "What do I do if the man is one of these three?"
Red-cloak gave a small, rather nasty smile. "Take them and bring them over here to me. Their little friends will be certain to follow; and when they do…I'll see if they're worthy of the little task I'd like them to do for me."