A single card of no specific description lay on the floor. It was one of many that lay in a grid formation. The machines of the room below roared loudly. The grating floor ahead leading into the very part of the tower in Django that kept the building living. It was the heart and brain of the fortress. The man who designed and built the metal palace sat on the floor here with these cards. Matching like pictures together gleefully. A game of memory. You find one card with a particular item on it, and flip another card over and if the image be the same you win and put that match aside and move onward. When you make a mistake you return to where you began and put the cards face-down again. A child's game.

"I see that you're beating me again." The young man's voice notes in disappointment. A tight fist forming. "I won't allow this!" He looked to his opponent. A mirror. He was losing at a game of Memory to himself. A hidden inward smile on his face. Though he be old in his late teens or early twenties he seemed more like a small little boy. His personality, his attitude (all kids have those), and his clothing. His face while being a man's face somehow carried that instance of youth in them. His cheerful and energized cerulean blue eyes without any light to reflect. His short blonde hair reminiscent of a small boy's in it's near bowl-cut as if done by a mother. The blue, denim overalls. A symbol of youth boys near age eight.

"Sour." Frank stood at the doorway as the young man turned around with a child-like glance. Waiting for some sort of want. A gift. Praise. Something. A new game to play. Sour Ryoga, a young man who was with a mental condition. While he may just well be the smartest man on the planet and built this entire dark tower in six months (not building it literally, Frank had people to do that), Sour was a boy at heart. Someone who never understands the whole picture. A naïve little boy in a young man's body.

Sour was quick to his feet knocking some of the cards about. His insistent jumping of energy could not be stopped now. "Do you have a new game for me? Do 'ya, do 'ya, do 'ya?"

Frank grins. "I'm sorry, no, not at the moment. I have come to tell you that the need for a 'Twilight Key' is no longer needed. I found a real one."

Sour hangs his head low in disappointment. "Awe…I was going to have a lot of fun playing that game." He kicks at the floor lightly. "Does this mean the game's over?"

McCoy lets out a cackle with a hidden identity to it. "No…no the game is rather just beginning."

"Yes! I can't wait to see what it's like." The young man shouts in joy. Before anything else can be said Sour is working on making a house out of toy construction blocks.

Frank departs the room anyway for the hall of grating with the only lights orange heat from the machines that run the tower. "Are you tricking my twin brother into doing more of your work by calling it a game?" A young woman the same age of Sour spat. An age that was equal to Virginia's own. "As if designing this place wasn't enough!"

Frank grins while never turning his back to the beautifully plain woman. "But, Sweet, it is a game. You two shouldn't worry so much any longer. It is nearly over now."

The young redhead with her hair long and in a ponytail raised a brow over her own cerulean eye. Her long-sleeved blue shirt crossed over her chest as her arms as well. The long black skirt not seeming out of place here. She could only glare at the man who takes advantage of her twin brother, Sour. Sweet and Sour Ryoga. The sister acting as guardian to her brother. "Not soon enough." She whispers.

Frank begins to walk away. As he takes his steps he glances back. "I ran into a man last night named Jet Enduro." He began as he opened the door at the end of the hall allowing white light into the vague dark.

"Why would I be interested in some man? I could care less about this…Jet."

"He is a known link to a young woman named Virginia Maxwell." Frank continues. "Does this name mean something to you?" He could barely fight off his cackling chuckle. "I think you know what to do when my guests arrive." He leaves the hall returning it to darkness with the close of the door.

Sweet glares at the door as if glaring at the man who had walked through it. "I'm ready…to fight my bitter rival…Virginia."

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Before anyone mentions it all of the 'antagonists' that are not Frank or Sandra are named after sauces (condiments).

Hence, Grant Dijon (Dijon Mustard), Ranchel Bee (Ranch Dressing), Sweet Ryoga and Sour Ryoga (Sweet and Sour Sauce), and Honey (Honey, or if you prefer, Honey Mustard).

There are three other enemies that haven't been introduced yet though. Guess what sauce they are now. One is sort of like the Chinese or Japanese version of salt, and they always give it with your food. The other is a type of animal while also being given out at the same time as the last sauce. The final sauce is a mushroom one, Russian name, actually, it's now the capital city of the Ukraine.

Now then…as promised…a sort of fluff chapter (if I am to believe what I think is fluff is fluff, it might not be, your opinion).