Having murdered the Ifrit of the Ever-Flame mansion and snatching the invitation afterwards, Acheron's true intentions as to why would he visit the planet of festivities remains unknown. His reasons only to himself.

Walking around Penacony's lively bustling streets while holding a scarlet umbrella over his head to shield himself from the weak rain and his other hand resting at the handle of his sheathed blade, Acheron's sharp predatory eyes scanned his surroundings.

It won't be long before he finds the person he has set his eyes to, and it seems like the moment has come. He locks in like a ravenous wolf on the hunt.

“It doesn't matter whether you have a recollection of me or not, I already knew you'd be here...” Acheron continues on his pursuit, not stopping in his steps. “What's the matter? I won't hurt you, rather... I have something else in mind...”