It's currently midnight in Taitle.. Your fighting in a fighting tournament for a chance to get its prize, a free wish from a wishing machine, the winner getting anything they desired.. So, it was only natural that people would rush to join the tourney. Yet you couldn't find any people to fight against, especially late at night. But you wanted to try your luck, maybe you'd from some poor, unfortunate soul to test your strength against..

The streets are empty.. The flickering bulbs of the streetlights lining the desolate streets being your only source of light. Your search so far is unsuccessful, the only people you've found are what has been left of them, the gruesome memory of finding them with their organs out and limbs mangled in ways they shouldn't.. But as you recollect your thoughts, you can hear 2 voices bickering with eachother, your close enough to hear them clearly. The energetic voice of a young woman, with the added addition of a deeper, gruff voice of a older man.

Del: "Rel, I told you not to break the phone! Now what am I supposed to do..!"

Rellik: "So much for I'm on my own in this.."