A light touch to her back caused a soft gasp to escape the pale, chapped lips of the pallor girl. Rain splashed around her feet, cascading through her hair and down her tear-stained face, red tinting the pooling water. Her golden orbs fill with anger as the being who touched her is recognized in her mind. The one that started this mess, the one who tore down her walls and broke through to her heart. His sapphire eyes glare down at her torn form, his light blue hair sticking to his head from the water. His cold eyes penetrate to the deepest recesses of her soul, chilling her to the bone. She let out a screech of pain, a voice speaking in her mind, consoling her, manipulating her to its will. There was a sound of tearing and the agonizing pain in flashes along with the distinct grotesque sound of bones popping into place as wings grew from the girl's back, her form growing a few inches taller. The boy's eyes widened then narrowed once more, gold flashing briefly to the surface before he backed away, clenching his stomach and sides. He closed his eyes in pain and his form also began to change. A low growl of anger emanated from the silver haired woman, her eyes narrowing as she beheld the commander's other half, the demon angel, Krad. Her wings spread, blood splattering as she moved them. She held a look of malice and loathing towards this being. Nothing had severed her heart or life as greatly as this monster. She stood in front of a fountain with this demon beside her. No human would be in this area at this time, the great Phantom Thief would surely strike again on the other side of town. Yet the Commander was here with the young woman, believing that interruptions would not occur. A young man with dark purple hair stood in shadow, holding the precious artifact already swiped from the well guarded museum.