Daybreak Town has always been the oddest place on the map. From its small, distinctive buildings with roofs painted in a shiny, purple coat, to its giant clocktower looming over everything, rumored to be plagued by phantoms.

The inhabitants of a small village situated near that town always find ways to make gossip of that place. About how it might be cursed by an ancient tribe of magicians, about how it's manufacture of sea-salt ice cream is smoke and mirrors through and through, heck, some people claim that it does not exist.

If one were to ask about it, their question would always be answered with the same response over and over again. "An enigma worth making theories of."

One time, a man burst into the local tavern claiming he had seen things unimaginable there; children between the ages twelve to seventeen wielding giant keys and fighting monsters with them. As soon as he cried that, the poor man was met with roars of laughter. "You must have seen things!" the villagers grinned at his expense.

Little did he know that his protests of those tall tales were heard by the ears of a young adventurer who wished to see the truth for herself.

Ever since the whole ordeal, the same young adventurer decided to pack up and set out to Daybreak Town, were all the answers were held.

"Her impulsiveness will be the death of her..." the elders whispered.

"She might as well get lost, good riddance!" children from every corner in the village yapped about her and what her demise could be.

And everyone knew in that village that that girl would not step down from a challenge so harsh as that.

Because, Pandora was notorious for her obstinacy, and once she set sights on a new goal, there was no turning back.