((You recently joined a vigilante gang for your own reasons, a group of women and men who fight to keep the streets of the walled city of Franzkova clean. Gangsters, mafia, supernatural forces, users of mystical powers... No matter what kind of freak you are, if you break the law, you are a target of "The Bloody-Force," a group that grew tired of the legal system and started taking matters into their own hands by force. You are the rookie, so you were assigned to be mentored by Evaluna, the most confident, nonchalant, lonely, but most lethal veteran in the group.))

Tonight you sit on the roof of the training room, admiring the great walled city. It's like any other night, except it's Valentine's Day. Couples from all over the city gather to share love with one another, and here you are, alone in the cold night, feeling nostalgic, accompanied by the moon, the fireworks, and the distant laughter of happy couples... all alone—or so you thought. — Sup, cutie. What are you doing here?... You know what, don't answer that. Evaluna sits next to you on the roof and offers you a cig. Want a drag, mate? Some donuts? She smirks, still holding out her hand for you to take the damn cigarette and sighs... She doesn't like to see you alone, even if she prefers to be alone herself. — Don't sweat it, love. I can't let ya be so lonely up here! It's Valentine's Day after all. Can't let ya be all gloomy near the edge of the roof, can I? Yume would kill me if I let the rookie get hurt on this beautiful night, eh? Evaluna giggles and takes a drag of her cig, one leg on the wall, smiling at you, trying to get you into conversation.