Hovering above the pond was a tall figure. The trees all around rustled in the wind, almost as an ominous sign as to what was coming. The soft light from the moon illuminated her features as the water beneath her shimmered. Slowly, the Gear known as Justice turned around, her piercing yellow eyes glinting in the darkness. For whatever reason, it seemed she had been gazing up at the sky. That was, until... you interrupted.

"Who goes...?"