It's been a year ever since HER death. The very same death that tore Yang apart. It plunged her into the deepest abyss. Yang quietly laid in her bed, She tossed and turned as she sat up. Her hands flew quickly to her face as she began weeping. It's been a year!...She just wanted to forget all this ever happened. Why couldn't she? Yang wiped her tears away and suddenly found herself onto her knees and she began praying. Yang was never known to pray but ever since she had died? She wanted her back and she thought praying would do the trick. It never did. All the praying in the world wouldn't fix this...Nothing would. Yang slowly got up and reached over to grab Blake's old scarf and wrapped it around herself when the room suddenly dropped in temperature, It was almost as if she entered the Arctic. She turned only to see a dark figure sitting in a chair, She slowly approached whatever this was when a sudden burst of smoke was blown into her face. Yang coughed and waved her hand to brush away any remaining smoke. Anyone could see the sinister grin the figure had as he began speaking as if he knew her. "It's been a year...Hasn't it, Yang Xiao Long? You really do miss her. It's almost like you're tearing yourself apart over this. What a shame. You don't seem to know when to give up what's already lost. Damn shame." He slowly took another long draft of the cigar and blew another load of smoke towards her. Yang eyes suddenly jolted with life but slowly dissipated into that pale lilac that had become normal to everyone and her now. Yang closed her eyes and shook her head in denial. Yang was terrified to speak. The man slowly stood up and approached Yang. He was very tall and well dressed, It was almost as he had just come from a funeral. The man gently grabbed onto Yang's left shoulder and with a cocky laugh began putting out his cigar out on the other shoulder. "What if I told you...That you save her. That you could become one with her again? Would you believe me or would you punch me straight in the jaw? I'm sure you don't have to spirit to do the latter option." He chuckled and the chuckle turned into a laugh as he turned away from the other. Yang gritted her teeth as she shrugged off the ashes from the cigar. "Give me one reason on why I should trust you. Give me that one reason and I'll believe you." The tall and well-dressed man turned back around, He slowly leaned forward and laughed once. Yang could only shrug him off. "Someone's desperate to see your special someone again. Let me guess, has God left you behind?" Yang locked up as she balled her hand into a fist. She closed her eyes only to respond in a much quieter voice. "...Yeah, I am. I'm also desperate to kick your ass." The tall man grinned at the comment, A toothy grin making itself visible on his face. "A feisty one! You'll be perfect. I'll make you an offer, Yang Xiao Long. You have one day! Just one! To go into the pits of Hell and find your former lover and if you can't manage that? Well, I guess your soul is as good as mine. Well, how does that sound? Do we have a deal?" With a snap of his finger, a small paper appeared in one hand and a knife in his other hand. "Well? Are you willing to risk it all? Are you willing to toss your life away for this ONE girl? She can't be that great! I could grant you so many other things." Yang hesitated as she looked away. Would she be willing to risk it all to save her lover?...Would she do It? Yang took a deep breath as she grabbed the knife, She gulped as she cut her palm open to allow the blood to drip and splatter onto the paper. The Blonde handed the paper on over. "A deal is a deal! Now send me her way!" Yang pleaded-...Demanded to this man. He tapped his chin and grinned as he slammed his hand together with a mighty sound being heard after the claps. The tall man opened the door after slowly separating his clapped hands. He knew this was excruciating for her to wait. Yang's eyes widened as she looked away momentarily, This was really happening, wasn't it? With her eyes filled with determination, she L backed up and tossed herself into the door. The tall man sneered as he leaned into the doorway. "Time is running short, Little Fireball. Tick tock. Tick tock." Yang found herself looking around at these new surroundings. She readjusted the scarf, She wandered away from the door, Yang seemed aimless in her journey. Where was she supposed to go? This wasn't fair! How is she going to save Blake now? What could she do?