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

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

It won't be long before she finds the person she has set her eyes to, and it seems like the moment has come. She 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 her pursuit, not stopping in her steps. “What's the matter? I won't hurt you, rather... I have something else in mind...”