Prologue
Paris, France
"Dude,
I saw a painting of friends holding hands. It's old but never fading. How I wish we were like the painting, though. Getting older yet never changing. "
The purple-eyed blonde took an awkward moment trying to digest every single word of the note he found under a classy old sapphire vase above the Queen's desk displayed in the Louvre. For the season was getting even much colder, only few guests were visiting. The place was so quiet like it was sort of a ghost's house but its serenity was placidly warm where one could enjoy reminiscing past memories as they were eyeing over the paintings and other historical artifacts in the Louvre. Yes, it was definitely a good place for him to recall all these after having hard battles during the world wars. Yet, he's still wondering of the person who wrote this note and why it was hidden under that old vase. But despite of trying to figuring it out, he realized that he should do something of what he just digested.
As he led himself outside the Louvre, an icy cold crystal fell softly on his right shoulder, and then a mass of fallen snow crystals follows around the place. It was a peaceful winter and it was about time to get ready for the next season to start a new beginning.
For years in the battlefield, he nearly forgot what is like to be with his foolish friends anymore. And these friends were one of a hell kind. There were a bunch of goofs who would make an easy life very complicated, but slowly blurred out after some tragic events during the world wars. With the note he just found inside that famous museum, a pack of ideas have been running into his mind to be done when he got reunited with these friends.