Prologue: A Hard Matter.
She stumbled back, the klink of her watch's contact with metallic lockers sounding as she backed away from the madman in front of her.
"Come on. I'm a man, you're a woman. We both know what we want…" the man paused, eyes glinting maniacally. The woman backed away; she wasn't usually so meek and timid, but even the bravest of the brave had their limitations. "We both know what we want," the man continued, forcing her to back away further until at last she felt her back pressed up against the wall. She groped behind her for a weapon – any weapon, with which she could defend herself against the maniac.
There was nothing. Filled with a sense of utter hopelessness, her eyes alighted on a little bronze plaque on the wall. Feeling she was losing her mind, she begged part of the park to
"Keep your Wood away from me!"
Still fumbling, she finally seized upon a cylindrical, wooden object. With the trained instinct that made her one of the best in the trade, she swung her hand over and smashed it into the maniac's hand.
She had been aiming for his head, but not for nothing he was one of the best of his trade.
"That's the spirit!" the man complimented, releasing the wooden cylindrical object.
"Please, just go away…"
The man checked his watch. "Well, I'm due back now. " the man walked over to the fireplace, and turned back to her. "Well, opposition captain. Until we meet again and the trade is finalised."
And after a shouting of his destination, the man stepped into the fireplace, and was engulfed by green flames.
