Ember soon walked away from the burnt body, no longer having a use for it. A young man walked up to her when she stepped out of the alleyway. Something about him caught her eye. She soon realized that it was the scar underneath his right eye. It didn't appear naturally inflicted. "Excuse me, mister, but would you mind telling me about your scar? It looks rather interesting." Ember did her best to sound innocent and happy, which was hard for her to do. She knew that she had blood flecks around her eyes and face. The red-eyed girl also realized that he had seen her step out of the alleyway. Ember really hoped he didn't get suspicious. He looked like someone who might be really helpful to her. "Well, how should I start this? I'm just gonna be blunt and say: I have control over fire, and the scar is because, hehe, I'm kind of a three-thousand year old thief looking for revenge against a pharaoh who has control over the shadows. I don't tend to have much luck. I work with another thief, and two tomb keepers. Still no luck in beating the damn pharaoh and his friends."
Ember sighed. His story seemed pretty believable, but it could be some sort of joke. Wait a sec, Ember thought, this must be who Ash is always talking about! Her raven-haired yami had always been complaining of some sort of pharaoh that had locked her in the Millennium Locket. Ember looked towards the teenager again. She saw that he had silver hair, the scar she had previously mentioned, and a red coat. He had a set of black jeans on as well, to top off the outfit. The scarlet haired girl thought that he had a good sense of style, and good looks, but a thief? She highly doubted it. Then, she noticed the necklace he was wearing. Ash had shown it to her multiple times, saying that if Ember and the bearer ever met, they would be soul mates. Ember often wondered why her yami was so girly. Wasn't she supposed to be, well, evil?