It was a dark and stormy night in Twilight Town. Everyone had gone back to their homes, except for a small group, whom had just gotten off the train from the beach.
The oldest of the group was a tall man. His red cloak was wrapped around him, and his face was hidden with a black mask.
The next was another man, dressed in a black jacket and a hood over his head. He was pulling a large bag behind him that looked large enough to carry a tall teenager.
The last were two teenage girls. Both wore black jackets, and they both had their head covered with their hoods.
The group walked down the steps and through the streets of the town. None of them spoke or made any noise, other than their feet splashing in the puddles. They soon came to the market square; the stores were closed and the only lights came from the windows high above the street.
They soon came to an opening in the wall which led into the woods. They followed the path to the edge of the forest.
Standing before them was a mansion. A tall gate stood between them and building and it was locked. The man in red walked forwards and waved his hand over the lock.
The locked vanished and the gates swung open without making a sound. They walked through the open gate towards the door to the mansion. The gates swung shut behind them and the lock reappeared.
The interior of the mansion was not pretty. The walls had dents in them, the chandelier had fallen from the ceiling, even floor boards were cracked and rotting away.
The group walked up the staircase on the right, and went into the room at the top of the steps. Inside this room was a ledge and a staircase down to a lower level of the room.
They walked down the stairs and through the next door into another small room. A large computer stood on one side of the room and next to it was a sort of computer warping device.
"Girls," the man in red said, turning to the teenagers. "Please, inform Naminé that it is time."
"Yes sir!" the two said, and they ran off into the next room.
"Do I let him out now?" the man in black asked.
"Yes, put him on the platform over there."
The man in black opened the sack and pulled a teenage boy out of the bag. He had golden brown hair and he wore the same black jacket as the man. The man set the boy down on the platform of the warping device.
"So it has come to this." he said, backing away from the platform. "How long should it take?"
"To get Sora's memories back in place?" the man in red responded, "Anywhere from a week to a year, depending on how quickly Naminé finishes her work."
The computer began to blink, and a single button glowed on the keyboard. The man in red pushed the button, and the boy finished.
"Now all we have to do," the man in red said, "is monitor what he does at all times and keep him out of danger."
"But wouldn't that be easier if we sent someone to be in the crowd who couldn't be affected by the computer?"
At that moment the two girls in black and a girl in a white dress walked into the room.
"Yes, Riku," the man in red responded, "and I know just who to send."