Three years ago , on a rainy day , Acryl stood outside of the dome of Euth , next to him stood Josh. His teacher told him that if anything happens , go to the messenger named Josh.

The rain rolls down the creation of his realm-arts. Keeping himself and the old messenger away from rain.

''Is it ok for you to get me outside of the dome? Will it get you in trouble?'' Acryl questioned the old messenger

The blue coated elder puts his tobacco down , leaving it to fade in emotionless rain. His few silver hair dances by the barely noticeable wind.

''Kid , you know why they didn't seal the lid of Grand dome?''

''No''

''Because people need things to wipe off the blood on their blades''

Now is another rainy day , but where is the blood that needs to be cleaned?

In front of him stands a Siyuenese woman in her thirties , different from her partner , she doesn’t look like she just crawled out of a corpse hill.

She wears a common coat ,so common that it's enough to hide a fugitive in the bustling crowd , the only thing that stands out is the bandage all over her arms and legs.

''C'mon , why are you both fighting , friendliness is good for business! Besides , we’ve met once on the aircraft!'' the woman says , hands up.

The man covered in dry blood looks onto his partner.

''Three , stand out of my way , friendliness is goods for business , but not good for mission''

Three lets Seven’s words blow away by the cold wind. She walks to Acryl’s direction. Right past his shoulder.

At the moment , Acryl feels like he is filled with concrete from inside.

it feels like sleep paralysis for him , the woman walks towards the building with the door open.

In the open area in front of the door , a ghost-like figure stands in the rain , the lights and color that reflects on that figure smoothly return to where they were.

“Nice realm-arts , lao xiang.” Three says to Neon.

Neon looks to Three as she de-invisible herself while chewing pieces off from a cherry red roll

''Want some haw rolls?'' Neon offers.

''Alright , i'll have one''

''Three , why are you eating food that is offered by stranger?''

''Seven ,why would you eat in a restaurant if the chef is a stranger?'' Three replies to her partner

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''You...''

''Three , this person right here has the scent of hound , if we keep him alive would bring way more trouble then this talking rain thing''

''How are you so sure that he made the rain talk?'', Three questions , “Pretty sure it was that abnormality.”

Three walks back to her partner.

''Don't mind him , he lacks skin tissue on face and brain tissue under skull.''

“Besides , Seven , why limit the possibilities , you saw their realm-arts , pretty sure hounds won’t mess with them.”

“Umm , actually it did…”

''Oh, forgot to introduce myself , my codename is Three , worked for messengers , this is my partner Seven , his job is being dumb and making stupid decisions'' she says , hand reaching to Acryl.

Acryl takes her hand. He noticed something soft and fluffy between her fingers.

“You can deactivate your realm-arts now , don’t worry he doesn’t bite.” Three suggestions.

Three notices something , she quickly puts her hand back into the pocket. A piece of brick rolls around , then stops at her feet. Like a man standing next to a giant. Reminding Three the first time she arrived at Grand dome.

The footsteps on the roof fly past them. Their feet kick the tiles away , letting them fall off.

Three recognized her former captain’s realm-arts. If it's not because of him , she would think that the limit of realm-arts implants is two.

“Is that…Josh?” Acryl asks.

''You also know Josh?''Says Three in a tone of surprise like the one standing in front of her isn't a threat in her partner’s eyes.

“Three, what are we going to do with them?” Seven asks.

“We bring them , dummy.” she replies.

“Are you out of your mind?! Bring them? You are going to kill them!”

“Seven , if we leave them here , we couldn’t even look after them.”

“You saw his realm-arts , he can take care of themselves!”

“Seven , yes , I saw it , but they are inexperienced. You give a baby a gun , they won’t even know how to unlock the safe!” she says , almost yelling.

“Give a baby a gun with safe unlocked , they can still shoot!”

“Lao xiang , what do you think?” Three turns to Neon , ignoring Seven’s counter argument.

Neon looks at her , eyes blinking. The answer is in her head , ready to send off. But right when it reaches her lips. She swallows the answer back.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

''This is a stupid and a dangerous decision , but I will protect you two , if anything happens, blame it on me''

“But I see both of you have realm-arts…I guess we’ll be fine” she says , each syllable stuck to each other , can’t be telled apart if that was a sentence or a really long word.

The bandage on Three’s arms falls off. Yellow-ish brown clothes slithers on the ground like a squeezed snake. It quickly crawls on everyone’s legs , covering their sight.

''Three you ba-''

When the light blazes their eyes , they are already next to the open door of the tower that is speaking its masterless words.

“...”

''Ah yes yes like you'd ask permission from me'' says Seven , holding his fist hard.

''What , like you are my boss?'' Three responds.

''At least I'm not risking everyone's life,'' Seven says.

Neon walks next to Three with a smile that hardly holds itself on her face. Someone once told her that her smile is sweet , but fades away quicker than book powered fire.

''Hey...friendliness is good for business , you said it by yourself.''