Somewhere deep in the mountains in Genus, the long-forgotten dragon shaped continent, a lot of transports from Niflheim were being sent towards the Marshlands. There, a very muscular man would stand up and give some words of encouragement to his team
"Alright! Team Balisong, stand up!"
Everyone would stand up, with the last one standing up being a new addition to the team
"Alright. New guy, come up"
The new person would walk towards the apparent leader
"Now. How about you tell us about yourself?"
"The name is Belfry. I'm going to be the team's sharpshooter..."
No reactions amongst the other 2 team members
"Well. Belfry, I'm Graphene, Team Leader"
Then, the guy brandishing hair long enough to cover their face stepped forth
"I'm Laudanum. This pal over here is Samuel, a first timer. By the looks of it, you aren't one"
"Yeah. Not precisely...my first time"
"Well" replied Graphene
"Now, to the mission. There have been reports of Seraphim packs roaming around settlements here in the Yggdrasil Marshlands. Mission is to clear those Seraphim, understood?"
Everyone just says a generic yes, in sign of agreement. Belfry wasn't very enthusiastic
"Hey, Belfry. What's that mask for?"
"None of your business, Laudanum"
"What? Too much ... insecurities?"
"Piss off. None of it matters to you. By the looks of it you clearly are still a bit of a starter"
"Oh you think so? I have killed Seraphim with my own bare hands, you don't even look the part"
Belfry then pulls out his sniper rifle, showing a glowing pair of what looked to be shark fangs
"What a show-off"
Laudanum then returns to talk with Samuel, while Belfry just keeps on being absorbed in their thoughts
Belfry has a throwback to when he was way younger
He sees...a woman. He can tell that they have a sort of...relationship together but...what kind of relationship that is isn't clear
She calls for him. He knows that she is referring to him, but whenever she does so his name only sounds like a distorted mess. Fuzzy static. Something he cannot comprehend
He gets up, and finds that he is in the shore of a big lake, big enough to perfectly reflect everything...except himself
He sees himself and knows that he is seeing himself...but the figure he sees is cracked, deformed beyond anything recognizable
He walks slowly towards the voice of the woman, feeling like he wants to. Pursuing a warmth he recognizes as something close but that he doesn't ever remember feeling
