The sound of heels echoing against the tiles of the floors beneath were an indication of the presence of a visitor. "All space and time are practically infinite, and yet right here, right now, we find ourselves together. That's the nature of "destiny" — it creates a miracle but convinces you of an accident." The red wine-colored strands of her hair seemed to cascade freely past her shoulders, caught in the grasp of a loose tie - it was a dead-giveaway to who she was were it not for the dark pince-nez sunglasses atop her head. Perhaps it was her presence that had startled those within her presence, or perhaps it was the fact that no one knew exactly for how long she had stood witness to the current situation at hand. After all, a Stellaron Hunter was not welcome in this particular domain, let stand someone as renowned as Kafka herself. It was rare for the Stellaron Hunter to be spotted alone, for she oftentimes traveled with either the cold blooded Blade; a man known for his swordmanship, or the most ingenious hacker Silver Wolf; a woman known for her ability to get the edge on any situations at hand.