It was a rather warm fall day in the town of Avarel, where the steampunk scene was popular.

A young alchemist by the name of Rui Kamishiro sat at his desk, working on making an elixir to turn one immortal. The leaves were blowing by the window, falling from their branches in their array of colors.

Then, the postboy came by, having his bag over his shoulder that was filled with letters.

“There he is..” Rui muttered to himself, stopping his work. His heart started to race.