The little red plane descended from the skies and landed in a grassy, low, and square-shaped clearing that had been naturally dug in the middle of the town. Elsword and Aisha climbed out, helping the lady out promptly afterward. On two opposing sides of the square clearing were slopes leading to higher elevation, which they climbed. Once at the top, they found Rena and Raven waiting against the orange-gold skies and wispy clouds.

Rena crossed her arms tightly against herself. "We found some people that are willing to house her."

As soon as that was said, the dark haired lady toppled to the green, lush grass, her tied hair spreading slightly and messily.

"M-Miss?!" Aisha rushed to the lady's side and anxiously patted her face. Within a minute, she turned around to the other three. "S-She's out cold..."

Patting Aisha's back, Rena gestured at Raven to pick the unconscious lady up. "The lady will be fine. I'm sure of it. Now, the place is this way."

The normally silent man lugged the lady over his shoulder, and the group began over to a place about a hundred meters away. Quaint and peaceful, a wooden sign with painted words hung from a metal rod attached to a column on the front porch. The writing was rather illegible, as if a chicken had walked all over the piece of wood with feet drenched in wet paint, but no matter how horrid the words were, it was obvious what the building was. Along with those words was the picture of a wrench and screw— a standard sign for a mechanic's workshop.

"Welco— W-Wait, what?" Astonished and astounded, Aiden watched all five file into the tiny place. "I-I was told that this girl would be very young..." His glasses glinted against the last rays of sun pouring through the curtains as he stared at the tall, mature, and passed out lady hung over Raven's shoulder.

"Of course she's young!" Rena flipped her hair behind her. "She can't possibly be older than... twenty-one?"

While Raven gently placed the lady on the floor, Aiden frantically ran over to a closet and pulled out some sheets and a pillow. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his silver hair and began to spread the bedding out across the floor. Aisha rolled the lady over like a log onto the spread-out bedding and tucked her in tightly under the blankets. The lady's hair flowed to a point where it had been tied together with an orange orb the shade of sunsets. There was a look of innocence about her as she quietly snoozed on the floor.

"What's her story?" Aiden asked, pushing the bridge of his glasses up.

Rena knelt down by Aisha who was sitting at the side of the lady. "We're not sure. We found her running from guards." She brushed a bang from the lady's forehead.

"... And yet you took her?"

The purple-head pounced from her seat. "Yes! She'd been running from something! Something bad! We had to help her!" A pat was received on her shoulder from Rena, telling her to calm down.

"Aren..."

The three looked at the dark-haired lady that suddenly mumbled in her sleep.

"No... Aren...!"

She tossed violently with the blankets wrapped around her, almost as if the sheets themselves were strangling her. Tears squeezed their way out of her tightly shut eyes before they slowly opened. A handful of minutes passed since her mumbling began.

"Are you alright Miss?" Aisha asked with concern. It wasn't everyday that she saw someone so tense in their sleep.

The lady pried the top half of herself from the floor. "N-no..." She rubbed her eyes gently, then ran her hand down her face.

Rena brushed her fingers through the lady's strands of hair. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"Well..." The lady, answering through body language, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. "I don't know..."

"Hey, you would be surprised. Sometimes, talking makes things feel better." Aisha replied.

The lady hesitated, a moment of silence floating around them, then nodded slightly. "... S-Sure..."

"My name... is Ara. I'm a part of a resistance known as The Haans. Or... Was a part of.

"In my town, no person alive was safe. In the hands of a cruel and absolute tyrant, we were denied of all our freedom. If there was something you did he did not like, the man would have you arrested and executed in the most brutal and morbid way possible through a series of torture. Numerous loved ones would meet their worst fates through him, word of their death spreading like a dark plague amongst their most dearest. My brother Aren was one of them. He was the leader of The Haans, a resistance formed to overthrow this dictator ruling our town. Him and the members would meet in secret, building up a large enough army of people to match that of our government's. They worked diligently, storing up the arsenal they needed and planning for a grand future to come.

"Three days ago, we stormed the tower of the tyrant. His armies went down, one by one, as we ascended to the top floor of his pagoda. No man of ours was lost yet, and our spirits were ablaze. There was no doubt in our minds that there would be a downfall of our ruler.

"And for awhile... It was true! We had trapped the man inside his own walls, ready to make him leave his position by any means. But with a devious smile on his face he called out, and unexpected guards filed into the room. There were more than what was expected.

""Idiots, to believe I never would have predicted this!" He said. We were indeed idiots to believe he would not prepare for this. And with that, our men were hacked and impaled, some lit on fire amongst the marble floors. My brother and I fought long and hard against them, barely missing close attacks. But I was the least wary of us, and the tyrant then grasped me by my collar and held me up, my spear clattering to the ground. "Any last words for your little Ara, Aren?" He said. My brother stopped fighting and stared at me with wide eyes, in deep shock; the last thing I heard my brother say was my name before a soldier stabbed a spear through his back. The blood dripped and left stains on the floor.

"The rest is almost blur in my head. My focus became dizzy as I was held up in the tyrant's hand. The last thing I remember, for some reason, was the tale of the nine-tailed fox I'd heard for years. When I woke up, I was surrounded by plants and guards that had caught the flames of our men, and the tyrant was not in the room anymore; I was surrounded by ruins. My only thoughts left were to escape.

"But now... H-He's gone..." Shiny tears rolled down Ara's cheeks, "He was taken away from me...!"

Rena wrapped her arms around Ara sincerely, patting her back gently. "There, there..." With her other hand, Rena began stroking Ara's head.

After a few quiet minutes of sobbing, Ara rested back down on the bedding. Aisha tucked her in tightly and gave her a warm hug, noticing the white, fox-like hairpin stuck in her hair.

On the other side of the room, distracted and feeling like he couldn't really help with the lady's problems as well as the girls, Elsword looked through the shelves of wooden and metal shapes. Intricate designs had been welded together to create machinery and decorative items. Everything here was really impressive, to be honest.

"Wait..." On a shelf in the corner of his eye, a pair of nostalgic goggles sat out. White-framed lenses were held together by a single brown leather strap. "Aren't those the same as...?"

The design was a replica of a handcrafted one his sister had given him before she'd left town, only it was newer and less scratched by memories. That day before she'd left, he'd taken a picture with Aisha and her on a bench, and that photo now hung on his wall back home while the goggles became an everyday accessory. A coincidence that those unique goggles holding his bangs back today would appear as a copy here before him? Elsword touched the lenses of his goggles as he stared—

Breaking everyone's focus on whatever they were doing— Elsword was the only exeception, being too distracted— the front door of the business opened abruptly, and a gush of wind rushed in. A red-haired lady with matching eyes and wearing an olive-colored jumpsuit walked in nonchalantly. Her hair had two messy braids that were tied behind her head over another layer of hair that cascaded down her back. She dropped a bag onto the floor, a metal clunk following.

"You holding up in here Aiden?" The woman asked right before realizing Aiden was not the only person in here. She scanned over the crowd of people inside the place, including the sleeping lady on the floor, without paying any particular attention before sitting in a chair. "Hey, welcome to the—."

"E-Elesis?" Aisha's voice came out before Aiden's, quiet and surprised.

For a moment, the redheaded lady stopped what she had been unpacking from the bag and blinked. She turned her head to the source of the sound and observed Aisha carefully. "... Aisha?" She stood on her feet quickly, looking at the guests more carefully. "Rena and Raven, you guys as well?" Suddenly aware of every presence in the place, she turned to the guy who had been inspecting the shelves. The guy was the most shocked of them all, and his eyes looked like they were becoming shiny as glass

"S-sis...?!"

Indeed, she didn't ever expect to see him again; stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit, she half smiled at Elsword. "We meet once again, little bro."