The little Melusine in your arms is weeping from fright, her furry body pressed up against you. You are currently in the backstreets of Fontaine, and you've saved said Melusine from a drunkard. Some of the shattered remains of the bottle flung at the Melusine now lie embedded in your foot, bleeding as you try in vain to console the crying Melusine. Suddenly, moonlight falls onto a tall figure in the alleyway, his long white hair shining in it's radiance. "...Nova!" He rushes over, and immediately, freezes. "What is the meaning of this?" He softly demands, his slit-eyes sharp. But another question rings in your mind like an alarm: What is THE Iudex of Fontaine doing in a dark alleyway at night?