Catherine Deneuve was walking on the beach boardwalk when she hit her foot on something and almost stumbled face first into a pole. Luckily, she regained her balance, and after recovering, she turned around to see what could have caused this misfortune. She found a camera on the floor, with its lens shattered and the back open. Looking at the brand, she knew it was quite pricey. So, she decided to develop the film to hopefully find a clue as to who it belonged to. However, when she did, she found something quite unexpected.

Kari Kamiya was hiding under her blankets softly crying. Her phone rang, and she jumped to answer it. "TK?" she hoped.

"Not quite. Hello. My name is Catherine Deneuve, and I found your camera."

"My camera…" Kari looked down. She had even forgotten about the camera.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind. I found it on the beach yesterday, and when I saw it was a LZ8001, I knew I had to try to get it back to its original owner.

Kari was still quiet. "Yes. Th-Thank you."

"No, it's me that should be thanking you. Let me tell you something, that photo you took of the ocean, it's amazing. It's captured something completely different, and it's going to take the world by storm."

Kari remained silent. I didn't take any photo of the ocean.

Catherine continued, "Listen, I work for Q International magazine. You may have heard of it. It's the industry leader in following, or some say, creating the latest trends in fashion, art, pop culture, and technology. You may have seen our coverage on Kigurumi and Bagel heads when they just coming out. I would love to hear your story of how you got that shot and feature your picture as a cover and do a spread on few of your other photos. What do you say?"

Kari's head was spinning. Q International was . No matter how she felt, she wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through her fingers. "Yes."

"Great, then I'll send a car for you in an hour."

Kari dragged herself into the shower and tried to make herself presentable. She put on a pink blazer and grabbed the portfolio of her works and awaited Catherine's car. She paced nervously until her phone rang.

"Miss Kamiya, we're ready for you."

"Thank you, I'll be right out."

She made her way out and down to the street, where a large limo had parked. The driver ran to open the door. "Miss Kamiya." The ride was in solitude and gave Kari a chance to think about this mysterious photo Catherine had mentioned. She still could not remember taking a photo of the ocean. She arrived at Q International headquarters in about 20 minutes. She marveled at the structure. It resembled an pyramidal hourglass structure. The driver took escorted her into the waiting room, where she had a few more minutes alone with her thoughts. This time, they drifted towards TK, and what happened on the beach.

She was interrupted by a greeting. "Kari." Catherine emerged from the hallway of offices of Q International. "Hello, it's Catherine, how are you?"

"Catherine, hello." Kari stood a little dumbfounded as the person who stood in front of her was clearly not Japanese, but had spoken with as if they had a native tongue. She had golden locks, blue eyes and pale white skin, yet somehow managed to look exceedingly cute, even to Kari. Thinking back, her last name, Deneuve should have given it away the nationality, but she had been quite distracted.

Catherine laughed. "The Japanese?"

Kari nodded.

"You can blame my boss for that. He expects nothing but perfection. And what you've got, that is perfection. Come on. We're going to see him now."

Catherine led Kari down the hallway she appeared from. Twisting left and right, they made their way into the deepest offices, past several security check points with what looked like very capable bodyguards. Finally, they passed a set of double doors into a conference room, where the pair met a young man with dark spiked blue hair, yellow goggles with a purple tint, a blue cape with decorative yellow shoulder pads, and a whip in his hand.

"Kari, let me introduce you to Ken Ichijouji, executive director of Q." Catherine presented.

While Kari should have been shocked by this executive's appearance, her gaze immediately went to a blown up picture of the beach on the wall. It had utterly captured her. Kari frowned as she took the sight of it in. It was devoid of color, somehow making the black and whites look wrong. It felt even emptier than it looked. It wasn't just light that was missing; it was lacking hope. Kari shuddered and turned to face the executive director.