The morning sun bathed the cozy cabin in a warm, golden glow. Birds outside sang a cheerful melody. A gentle breeze passed by the leaves of the nearby trees. It was a brand new day for everyone.

In the guest bedroom, Roselle and Runebelle had already woken up. They sat on the edge of their beds. They wore smiles while looking around an unfamiliar room.

In Sally's room, Risebelle had also awakened. She gazed at the sleeping child with a soft face. Sally shifted in her sleep, and Risebelle carefully disentangled her hand from the small grasp.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Alden was already busy preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air

The sisters made their way downstairs, the scent of breakfast greeted them. They entered the kitchen, where Alden turned to them with a warm smile.

"Good morning," he greeted them. "I hope you all slept well. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Sally's footsteps echoed in the hallway moments later. She bounced downstairs with excitement.

"Good morning!" she chirped happily. “Daddy’s making pancakes and bacon today. You should eat lots and lots!"

Risebelle nodded and spoke to Sally, "We appreciate it, but we don't need to eat as often as humans do. We only need to eat once a day, and we had our meal last night."

Sally blinked in surprise but quickly smiled. "Oh, okay! That means more pancakes for me!" She laughed and took a seat at the kitchen table, eagerly awaiting her breakfast.

Alden chuckled at Sally's enthusiasm. He gave her a plate of food. Alden watched as Sally eagerly dug into her plate of pancakes and bacon. He was unable to suppress his smile.

"Just remember, don't hurt yourself," he cautioned gently.

Sally, with her mouth already half-full, replied confidently, "I can't hurt myself eating food, Daddy."

However she began to eat too quickly. After taking a large bite, she suddenly choked. Alden hurriedly fetched a glass of water and rushed over to Sally, helping her take a sip to clear her throat. Once she had recovered, he shook his head with a knowing smile and said, "See, I warned you, didn't I? You need to take your time, sweetie."

Sally, now more cautious, nodded and continued to eat at a more reasonable pace, casting a sheepish glance at her father.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Alden went to answer the door, curious about who could be visiting so early in the morning. To his surprise, when he opened the door, he was greeted by his brother Bob, accompanied by two unfamiliar women.

Bob grinned at his brother and greeted him with a hearty, "Morning, Alden!"

Alden returned the smile. "Bob, what a surprise! Who are your friends?"

The sisters, Roselle and Risebelle, were suprised by the unexpected visitors but remained composed.

Becky stepped forward, extending her hand with a friendly grin. "I'm Becky, and this here is Sybil. We've heard a lot about you from Bob."

Sybil gave a polite nod in greeting.

Alden welcomed them with a warm smile. "I'm Alden, and these are my guests, Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle. Please, come in."

Alden led Bob, Becky, and Sybil into the cozy living room. Bob then explained. "I found these two in my cabin when I went home yesterday, they are the reason I had to go to the clothing store in the first place" he began, shaking his head in disbelief. "They've got a knack for getting into trouble, let me tell you... they even raided my snacks."

Becky grinned mischievously and added, "Well, you did leave the door unlocked, 'Bob'!"

"So,” Becky turned her focus on the sisters, “You know, the doc… You know, Kintovar. We were wondering if you've come across her."

"Actually, the girls here told me about their creator.... We were just planning to head out and look for her... "

After Bob heard the name "Kintovar," he was overcome with shock and disbelief. His eyes widened, and he staggered back, falling to his knees in astonishment. Stammering, he managed to utter, "K-Kintovar? You're looking for Kintovar?"

Alden rushed to his brother's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's not the same Kintovar. These girls are looking for their creator, and it's a different Kintovar."

Bob's faced shifted from shock to relief. He let out a sigh of relief and nodded.

Becky and Sybil exchanged puzzled glances .

"Bob, what's going on, big man?" Becky asked, her curiosity piqued.

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Bob, still recovering from his initial shock, waved off Becky's inquiry. "Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal.”

"Bob, thank you for helping these two find their friends,” Alden said sincerely.

With a forced smile, Bob replied, "Yeah, no problem. I'm just glad they're reunited with their pals."

Bob left in a haste, and without waiting for further discussion, he headed towards the door. His quick exit left Alden, Becky, and Sybil exchanging curious glances.

"I'm not gonna worry about him too much," Becky declared with a smile. She reached into a bag she got from Bob. "Especially when I have this!" She raised up a picture out of it proudly with her cheeks turning slightly pink. In the image, there was a man with striking blue hair wearing sunglasses and sporting a stylish mohawk hairstyle.

"Isn't he good-looking?" she asked while showing the picture around to everyone.

Sybil stared in awe. "Becky, you stole that picture from Bob's cabin, didn't you?"

Becky shrugged nonchalantly. "Ehhh, he's got plenty of them. Besides, it's not like he'll miss just one.”

"Who is he,” Roselle asked while holding the picture in her hands.

Becky leaned in with a knowing smile. "That's DJ, a famous night club DJ," she explained. "He's currently on the run from some folks who want to find him. We were told to keep an eye out for him, but between you and me..." She paused and then whispered. "I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for him," she said with a playful wink.

Sybil shook her head.

Alden stood up and turned his attention turning to the sisters and his unexpected guests. "I think it's time for us to get going," he announced. "The snowstorm could start up again, and we don't want to get caught in it."

Sally, who had been listening intently, looked up at her father with hopeful eyes. "Can I come too?" she asked.

Alden knelt down to her level and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I love your enthusiasm, sweetheart, but this is a serious mission," he explained with a smile. "You're still very young, and it might not be safe out there. I need you to stay here with your mother and take care of her, okay?"

Sally's shoulders slumped slightly, but she nodded "Okay, Daddy…”

Alden ruffled her hair affectionately and stood up. "Thank you, Sally. We'll be back soon, I promise."

With that, the group prepared to head out into the chilly morning.

The day slowly transitioned into night. The group combed through various parts of the city, inquiring with locals and investigating any leads they could find. However, after many hours passed, it became increasingly clear that Kintovar remained elusive.

The city's streets transformed into quieter, more mysterious alleys as nightfall descended. The glow of neon signs cast an eerie ambiance, and the chill in the air seemed to intensify. Despite their tireless efforts, there was no sign of the creator.

With weary faces, the group met up within an alleyway. Alden ran a hand through his hair. "I can't believe we haven't found any trace of her," he muttered in frustration.

Becky sighed. "It's like she's vanished into thin air.”

Sybil spoke up with a tone of worry. "What if we're too late? What if something happened to her?"

A sense of unease settled over the group. They contemplated the possibility that Kintovar might be in danger or had already encountered trouble. While the group gazed up at the rooftop of one of the buildings they were behind, they initially saw nothing out of the ordinary; however, just as their attention began to wane, a fleeting shadow passed overhead, catching their eyes. It was a momentary glimpse, but it was enough to reignite their curiosity.

Alden's brow furrowed. "Did anyone else see that?" he asked.

Becky and Sybil exchanged glances. "I definitely saw something," Becky confirmed.

Sybil nodded in agreement. "It might be worth checking out.”

Alden took a look at the building the group met up behind and nodded his head. The group was all in agreement that they would make their way inside of the hotel. They were intent on discovering the source of the mysterious shadow. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, Kintovar continued her surveillance from the rooftop. Her attention was focused on her tracking device she used to monitor the movements of those searching for her and others.

Kintova observed the movements of Haras and Mystimona on her tracking device. The realization struck suddenly struck her, and her voice trembled with worry as she muttered to herself, "This is bad. This is very very bad... this is plan creakingly bad…"

She watched as Haras' location was pinpointed to be inside a CPU van, indicating that he was being taken into custody.Her attention then shifted to Mystimona, whose location was also inside a CPU van but on a different road.

Kintovar paced nervously across the rooftop. She had just discovered the location of her two friends with the help of her devices, but they were being taken into custody by the CPU. This turn of events sent a ripple of concern through her. Haras, the jovial scientist with bubblegum-pink hair and an irrepressible spirit, and Mystimona, the powerhouse with unparalleled magical power were now in serious trouble.

"This is bad. This is very, very bad," Kintovar muttered to herself. She glanced down at her tracking device. "They wouldn't go quietly unless something serious is happening."

Her gaze scanned the cityscape. "I need to find out what's going on," Kintovar murmured. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, Kintovar activated a small drone concealed in her coat pocket. The drone buzzed to life. The camera within was ready to provide reconnaissance from above. She sent it out to scout the area where Haras and Mystimona had last been tracked.

The city streets below passed beneath the drone's lens, illuminated by the occasional flicker of neon lights. Kintovar monitored the feed on her handheld device. Right when the drone approached the targeted area, just moments before it could relay any meaningful information, there was a sudden explosion. Kintovar gasped in shock. The feed was abruptly cut off and replaced with static and darkness.

"What?!" Kintovar exclaimed she quickly reviewed the footage leading up to the explosion. There was nothing unusual or threatening in sight before the feed abruptly ended. No visible projectiles, no electromagnetic disturbances—nothing that could explain the destruction of her drone.

"Someone keeps destroying my drones," Kintovar muttered with anger and confusion. She scanned the rooftop where she stood, searching for any clues or signs of who might be behind these attacks. But the city remained quiet.

As Kintovar stood on the rooftop, contemplating the mysterious destruction of her drones, a sudden chill crept up her body. Without warning, a swirling dark mass of energy materialized behind her. She sensed a presence—a powerful, ominous aura that seemed familiar yet unsettling.

Turning around slowly, Kintovar's eyes widened in disbelief. Emerging from the dark energy was a being that bore an uncanny resemblance to Roselle, one of her creations. However, this entity was cloaked in shadows. Its body was distorted by an aura of malevolence. Its smile was twisted, revealing a single fang tooth that glinted in the city lights.

Kintovar's breath caught in her throat. How could this be? What dark force had created such a mockery of her beloved creation?

“Dr. Kintovar,” The ‘thing’ said to her while maintaining its twisted smile.

"What... What are you?! You look just like my Roselle!"