I've been hiking along the mountain in Nevras for the last thirty minutes, trying to look for the road and trying to get away from those Fallen Angels. All alone, separated from my team. Sashimi (as the leader), Vodka, and Boston Lobster were tasked to deliver some food from the restaurant. As an excuse to kick Fallen Angel butt while seeing the world, I volunteered to join them while being careful not to get killed by Boston. Vodka and I had the dishes the patron ordered, and told us what the address is. (Surprisingly, Vodka stayed sober the whole time.) It's a cabin up a trail through the edge of a village north of the map of Nevras you'd see in the game. Since it's a two-day trip, my team and I agreed to check in at a local inn after the delivery. It was successful, but on the way back, we got a close encounter with a Disaster Fallen. I think its name was Minimata, or something, but we barely got outta there alive and I got separated from the others as a result of eloping from that thing. Son of a bitch, I haven't been this cold since my last ski trip to Wisconsin. Actually, it might be colder here, but it's nothing that I can't handle. I'm still wearing the clothes that I bought from a shop in the Metropolitan Coast, which are slightly damaged from the attack. I wonder if I can use my wings with the outfit... I let my dragon wings and tail materialize, but not my weapons, and I take off from the ground. "Fucking hell!" I exclaimed. "I could hardly feel my dragon features!"

I look around my surrounding. Just my luck; there is a small group of Fallen Angels wandering to where I was, which haven't noticed my presence yet. The majority of them are pretty manageable, but that Spectra might be some bad news. I fly away from them and scan the mountain from high above. It's late afternoon, but the sunlight reflecting off the snow still makes it bothersome to see very well. My high-tech glasses have been damaged from the escape from earlier today. Only one of the lenses are cracked, and it no longer functions properly, so I can't make the lenses darken without experiencing technical difficulties.

Man, the view from up here is breathtaking and spectacular. Being this high up, I feel like I'm on top of Tierra. The sun is currently on my right, meaning that east should be somewhere on my left. Southwest of here is a faint view of the ocean, and from what remember earlier this morning, the inn is directly south (maybe a few degrees east) of where I'm hovering. The last time I saw my team, I noticed they were using the same road we took to the village. Only, instead, it was in the opposite direction. I can also see the road from high up as well, and where the Minimata attacked us. Considering it takes a lot of energy to fly (more so with the air being thin due to altitude), I might use my energy in gliding. As I'm gliding down, following the road to the inn, my wings are getting significantly colder from the acceleration, and my face is starting to get numb. It's not my first time I could hardly feel my face; I've gone skiing before, after all.

Shit... It's getting too cold for my wings to handle. I'm covering a lot of ground from up here, but I need to land. I scan my surroundings rapidly. It doesn't look like there are any Fallens nearby. Just as I'm about to land, I see a bird flying by in the distance. It looks like an eagle or possibly an – "Wait," I asked myself out loud, "is that Andre? Hey, Andre, over here!" The eagle's head turns and sees my face. He flies to where I'm hovering and circles around me as well. I went on, "That means Vodka is near. Do you know where she is?" Andre flies down from my left and I follow him. I don't think it'll hurt to fly a little bit longer. Roughly two minutes pass, and Andre lets out a cry. I look down and I could see the Food Souls I was with. A wave of relief fills me, forgetting that the exposed parts of my body are (if not already) getting numb from the frigid air. I can tell from their actions that they're discussing about something, but Vodka hears the sound of my and Andre's wings flapping and looks up. I faintly heard her exclaiming, "Andre has found Danny RPG! Look!"

The other two Food Souls cease their conversation and look up. I land on the snow in front of them and Andre gracefully lands on Vodka's shoulder. Sashimi is smiling with joy, and Boston is as disgruntled as usual. His expression turns slightly soft, but only momentarily, so I'm wondering if he's secretly glad that I'm back or if that was my imagination. Either way, he doesn't seem so interested in putting a bone-crushing pincer around my neck for now (an inside joke about the game's main story).

We continue the journey to the inn via the motor vehicle we rented from the Chef's Guild, which also got slightly damaged from the Fallen Angel attack. But unlike my glasses, it's still working. By the time we made it to town, the moon has already started rising and we're very exhausted. We rent a room that has two queen-sized bed and a small chair. Since it's only going to be a few hours of sleep, it'd be pointless to change into our pajamas (we didn't bother packing them anyway). Considering Boston and Sashimi love being in cold environment, Vodka turns up the AC up to nearly the max. I glitch into my dragon form (also called my "Basic form") and sleep besides Vodka.

Halfway through the night, I wake up to see a foreign blend of green, turquoise, blue, and periwinkle streams of lights from outside. As I sleepily open my eyes, I recognized immediately what they are. I look at the night sky through the window from the bed and I'm immediately entranced by the sight of an aurora illuminating the night. I've seen northern lights in videos and films, and I've seen a few photos of aurora australis, but to actually see one in person is different experience. And it's bizarre to see it in an anime world, it does make it more pleasantly vibrant. A few minutes later, I let out a yawn and remember how tired I've been from the Fallen Angel attack. I look at the aurora one last time and close my eyes, drifting back into a deep sleep.