You'd always thought you were doing the right thing, becoming an enforcer to capture rouge CyberShadows.

It was justice in a sense. You'd lost your sister to a berserk Shadow.

Of course, fate was never that simple.

You'd grown close to one, Oak. And he threw your whole world for a loop, how could you justify capturing them when your heart beat for one?

"What's wrong, flower?" He mumbled, half asleep, arm thrown haphazardly over your waist as the two of you lay in bed, "You keep sighing."