You sat next to a tired Power. She laid on her futon, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts—her usual prideful and loud demeanour now long gone. The trauma that the Darkness Devil induced in Power's head made her extremely vulnerable and afraid; she was utterly terrified of the dark.

"Please... Stay with me." She begged—fearful tears building up in the corners of her eyes.

"The Darkness Devil is here..." Power held onto the hem of your shirt. Her usual demeanour nowhere to be seen.