Name: Xiron Kantalli:

            Age: 38

            Hair: Black

            Eyes: Blue

            Gender: Male

            Status: Alive, location unknown

            Family: Krystal Kantalli (Wife, Deceased), Matthew Kantalli (son, unknown status)

            Past: Wife killed by Galbadian soldiers, son sent to orphanage, dropped out of the army directly afterwards

            Heh. What I thought. I knew if I hacked deep enough I'd find what I wanted. Let's see… Xiron. Hm. He had a son sent to an orphanage, a dead wife that was shot. Sound familiar? Absolutely. Coincidence? Definitely not. I gotta find this guy. Something tells me I'll find a lot out when I do. Why do I keep seeing this person's memory? Who is he? Normally I see happy memories, and never of the same person more than once, but this time it's upside down… She clipped her cell-phone to her belt. Hm, his name is Matt. Weird! I'll have to tell him about this… as soon as I get back. She stood up from her computer, grabbing her keys and locking the door behind her. She stopped and looked back. A note was taped to her door. She unstuck it and opened it up.

Yuki,

Expect pain and suffering in the very near future. It's sure to come. I'll make sure of it myself. I will put you in your place. I promise you that. I know who truly thinks highly of you, and I can torture him too. And I will. Not only physically. Mentally. It's the worst punishment a person can face- mental pain. Not many can handle it for long. Then you and your 'friend' can go insane together, if one of you isn't already dead.

~ Unknown Enemy 

            She bit her lip, indecision tearing at her. If she told an instructor, the 'enemy' was gonna get angry. It was probably a hoax anyway. But on the other hand, if it was a true threat, she could wind up hurt. She weighed her options, shook her head, crumpled up the note, shoved it in her jeans pocket, and ran down the hallway to the parking lot. She got in her truck, pumped up her Good Charlotte cd, playing her theme song, 'The Young and the Hopeless' at an impossible volume, and gunned the engine.

"Ma'am, do you have an address for a certain Xiron Kantalli?" Yuki asked the woman at the counter politely.

The girl took her time typing in the name, smacking blue bubblegum and clicking her high-heels on the tile floor.

"Well…"

Yuki glared impatiently.

"Well what?"

"He doesn't exactly welcome visitors. What do you want him for?"

Think fast, Yuki…!

"Um… I have a message from the orphanage about his son Matthew."

"Mm hm. Sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Everyone knows the kid got adopted."

"He did…?"

"So you're lying. Get lost."

"Listen! I want to know. NOW." Demanded Yuki through gritted teeth.

"Why?"

"Not this again!"

"What's your name, kid?"

"Yuki Kaida." She grumbled.

"Hm… Do you know Xiron's son?"

I wish I didn't have to lie so much… "Yep."

"What's his name?"

"Matthew Kantalli."

"Well… I guess he'd want information on his son. I suppose I have to tell you." Whined the lady reluctantly and sourly.

"Thanks much." Yuki smirked, grabbing the piece of paper with Xiron's address on it.

"Good day. You may excuse yourself now." Griped the girl.

"Gladly to get out of such a sourpuss's presence." She turned and left.

She stared at the address, memorizing it, and driving to Deling City, driving slowly down the street, looking for the right house. For some reasoning beyond her fathoming, she desperately wanted to figure this out. She pulled over, shutting the car door. Yuki looked at the house. It was white, and pretty small, but it was probably only for one person anyway.  She walked up to the door and knocked.

"Just a second!" called a voice from inside.

There was a crash, as if something had fallen, a curse, and a few seconds passed. A tall man opened the door. This was definitely Xiron, the man from the memory. Even with added years it was unmistakable.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

"Yessir… Are you Xiron Kantalli?"

"Yes."

"My name is Yuki Kaida. I've come to ask you a couple of questions."

"… It isn't for the army, right?" he had a tired expression on his face.

"No."

"Come in then. Excuse the mess, by the way. I wasn't expecting anyone."

"I'm sure my dorm's messier." Grinned Yuki. The man seemed to relax slightly and stepped aside. She may have been acting cheery, but the fury of the abandoning of his son welled up inside her.

"Sit down." He offered, gesturing towards a couch.

The house was fairly in order. Some papers were scattered on a table, and a picture lay upside down on a chair arm. Yuki sat down on the couch.

"So, you wanted to ask me something?"

"Yessir."

"Xiron, please. I never have seen myself as a sir."

"Alright. In any case… Okay. Who was your wife?"

"Why?" he seemed thrown off by the question.

"Just a confirmation. Was her name Krystal?"

"Y-Yes."

"You had a son named Matthew, correct?"

"Miss Yuki, I really don't find these questions appropriate to answer at the time."

"Xiron, I need to know."

"Yes."

"He was taken to an orphanage when he was young. Why?"

"Because they were gonna kill him if not! If you're not in the army, how do you know this information?"

"Don't get mad at me, but if you have the right hacking skills, you have access to nearly everything in the world. But you just let Matt go?"
"Was I supposed to let him die?!"

"…" I never thought of it that way.

"I didn't think so. Do you plan on pressing me any further?"

"Matt was adopted?"

"Yes, otherwise he'd be here with me. My plan had been to let him go, drop out of the army immediately, and go get him."

"And you didn't because…?"

"I was taken as a prisoner of war. When I came back, Matt was gone and apparently happy. They wouldn't let me trace him. They only told me the name of the woman who came in and adopted him. Her name was Raven."

"… Last name to go with that?"

"No, if there was I would've found him by now. I've looked through nearly every Matthew in the book and can't find him."

"Hm."

"Are you done yet, ma'am?" he met her eyes with an icy glare.

"Yessir. Thankyou for the trouble."

"Goodbye."

Yuki strode out the door, got in her vehicle, and started the drive back to Balamb, turning over everything in her mind.