How long had it been since his journey began? A year? A hundred? A thousand? Time seemed to stand still here. Nothing and nobody to be seen for thousands of miles. Simply a desolate wasteland. It was at this point the man cursed himself for wearing a thick black leather coat and bringing no other clothes. The heat was intense, but that was never going to stop him from complete the task his Master gave him. He paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, letting the box he was guarding fall into the sand with a soft thump. He thought about what was inside the box. Could it be broken with this simple and short fall. If that was the case it must already be broken with the amount of rests he'd taken. His promise with his Master prevented him from opening it, but he was tempted more and more with every passing minute. The man stared the box for a few moments. Then, after a resigned sigh, he hoisted up the handle and continued on his journey.
What he didn't realise is who was following him.
It all seemed to happen so suddenly. Nothing around him as far as the eye could see yet... this girl seemed to appear from thin air. And her clothes! She was wearing garments that resembled a school uniform: a black cardigan over a loose white dress shirt, with a tie loosely fastened around her neck, along with a red miniskirt and platform boots. Her hair seemed odd too, sprouting in seemingly every direction from her pigtails, which were kept in place with two hairclips resembling black and white bears. But the most mysterious thing was her smile. A wide, beaming smile that would make most men fall to their knees in awe of her beauty. But the man was anything but average. His master had trained him to recognise the darkness behind those who seemed innocent. He grasped the box a little tighter.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"To be honest, I was hoping we could skip all that and get to the point." The calmness in her voice only made the man more uncomfortable. "That box you have with you. Hand it over."
"I'm sorry, but that's not gonna happen."
The girl cocked her head slightly. "Huh? Never gonna happen?" she replied, feigning confusion. "Don't you understand who you're messing with here, you fuckin' bitch!?" The man was taken aback, startled by the sudden shift in her personality and... colorful vocabulary. But he realised he had no choice now. The box was his sworn duty. He had to defend it. He raised his Master's keyblade and pointed it directly to the girl.
"Yeah. Like I said, never gonna happen. So you should get out of here before I do something I regret." The girl simply beamed back at him again.
"Ohhhhhhh, I don't knowwwwwwwwwwwwww..." she said, mockingly. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly from all directions, the man was surrounded by black and white bears. "It'll be hard to fight me off when you're dead." At that moment, as if on cue, they all closed in.
This was a fight that should not have even occurred. The lines have all been blurred. What is reality? What is fiction? What is this world? This life? This universe? The box may have the answers, but only the Master of Masters should know what it contains.
He's gone now, and so is the defender of the box. He had been overwhelmed.
And now that box is the hands of one who has the ultimate power to infect the entire world with despair. Once the man was beaten, the girl took it for herself.
All that remains is her laugh, reverberating across the world.
"Upupupu~"
Junko Enoshima is alive.