It's raining heavily as you run down street after street, wishing to find for any kind of hope. Everyone is gone; you wish it were a nightmare at this point, yet you know it isn't.

You're out of breath, breathing heavily as the cold air hits your lungs. It's primoridal water, no doubt..

Noones here..

expect for someone.. The archon? No, Furina's elsewhere.

It's the chief of justice?...

"You're alive?"

he asks, quite suprised himself. Everyones gone, but you two aren't.