There was a town and everyone were having fun in the park except a little boy sitting on a bench. A girl with ponytail came to sit with him. She took out some cookies and invited him to eat some with her. He hesitated at first but accepted in the end. They both were having a good snack together, laughing like siblings.

"This is good. Thank you for sharing with me... Um, what's your name?"

"It's Tanya, Tanya Windfield. Nice to meet you, my new family."

"I don't remember much about myself but I go by Crol. What do you mean family?"

"My grandmother decided to take you in and have you live with the two of us."

"I can...stay with you?"

"Yep, that means from this day on you're my little brother and I'm your big sis. I finally have a brother of my own, I am so going to tell my friends."

"Hey, don't do that. This is all to sudden."

...

The young man woke up inside an inn, he just had a dream about the first time he met his foster sister. He could still remember well her smile back in the day. It had been years since then, she grew and drew a tad too much attention to herself. Some people forcefully took her from him two months ago and he started venturing out to get her back.

"Tanya, the nightmares have ended but I still miss you everyday."

His name was Crol, that was all he could remember about himself before being brought in by Tanya and her grandmother. She saw him as her grandson and cared about him as much as Tanya did. Sadly she passed away a few years after, thus the two siblings only had each other. They became so close to the point there was a rumor about them dating. She denied, of course. But her brother didn't hate the idea.

Crol decided that he had to stop reminiscing and got himself ready to move out. He paid the innkeeper and went on his way to the entrance of the town, planning to leave but was stopped midway by an old man. Crol was about to attack but he claimed not to be his enemy. The old man said that he had seen his deeds and would like him to investigate the mystery of a carriage entering a mountain in the far north at night. Despite the doubt he had for the suspicious elder, Crol agreed to it.

He left the town and went back to Falcon's stronghold to take the small spacecraft with him. It would take few days to reach the Northern mountain if he simply used the hoverboard. He enter the warehouse and got on the spacecraft dubbed Garuda and took off from the ground after gaining access to it through Falcon's fingerprint. The Garuda headed North as Crol grabbed the handle and started piloting.

"How bold of you to try something you never practiced."

"Well, there's first time for everything. We don't know if we don't try."

"Understandable, have a safe trip."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"No."

He somehow managed pilot it safely thanks to his experience with controlling drones. The Garuda was still on its way to the destination. Digit suggested to do the piloting so that Crol could eat his lunch, to which he agreed. After finishing lunch, he noticed that the spacecraft was only halfway away from the mountain. He took the spare time he had to sleep in preparation of a busy night.

Eventually night felt, the Garuda landed somewhere near the mountain and cloaked itself. Crol dismounted his ride, looking for a secret entrance but he found none. Hence he resorted to waiting for a carriage to lead the way. After what felt like fifteen minutes, he noticed a vehicle heading toward the mountain. It went pass the trap he set and had one of its tires leaking. The drivers exited and found out that a sharp object scratched the tire so they needed a new one. While they were getting a new tire from the wares, Crol took the opportunity to take them out with some boomerangs. Then he hijacked the carriage, leaving two corpses behind.

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Digit hacked into the vehicle and Identified a secret pathway in the mountain. Upon approaching a dead end, a path revealed itself. The vehicle entered, Crol found himself entering a facility as he passed through a huge roadway. The vehicle reached a gate, suddenly a voice emitted from the screen next to the handle requesting authorization.

"Scanning authorization...Success. Welcome, D-7."

Thanks for Digit's work, it went well. The gate opened and Crol drove inside, he stopped inside a nearby parking lot. He sneaked behind an unsuspecting guard and took him down, taking his uniform as he hid his body. After taking his fingerprint, Crol walked casually pass the guards and had Digit unlock a door, allowing him to go inside a building.

When he entered, Crol saw a lobby and ask a guard where the restroom was, he told him to walk meters into the West wing then turn right. Crol went on his way through the West wing. Having arrived, he noticed a vent and decided to take off the disguise due to the outfit's stench. He used a boomerang to crack the bar blocking the vent open and crawled inside. Without knowing the entire layout, Crol had no choice but to trust his instinct.

Suddenly, an alarm rang, causing the guards to become cautious. A voice broadcasted from the security room, saying that someone found a stinky body of a guard. Which meant there could be an intruder. It also meant for him that if he were to get out of the vent he could be caught by a camera and the guards would corner him. Therefore, he must locate the security room first.

After a while, he found two guardsmen standing next to the door labelled security. As crawled further in, he found a guard alone by himself. He jumped down and took him out, the guards came in to check the noise but Crol took them down as well. With the situation at hand, Digit jacked into the security computer and turned off all the lights in the building. Then, Crol smashed the computer, destroying it permanently. He took for himself a pair of night-vision glasses.

The guards had to use the flashlight on their gun to navigate through, whereas Crol could see normally thanks to the glasses. He swiftly terminated any enemy that crossed path with him. It was reported that the patrollers were being taken down by a single person. Their commander ordered them to send out the special force. Which consisted of three mercenaries and they were heading to where Crol was from different areas in the building.

Crol remembered that the old man he met in the morning told him about the rumors of people being kidnapped and used as slaves. The old man also suspected that his granddaughter was involved in the same situation, thus Crol was requested to investigate the kidnappers hideout. As of the moment, he was on his way to the prison quarters when suddenly, something struck him from behind.

It was a bandit, probably hired as a backup. He swung his seemingly long tongue around like a whip but Crol dodged and threw a boomerang at him. Someone jumped down from the ceiling and parried the attack with their knives. Not to mention, Crol was stabbed from behind by something yet he saw nothing. It seemed like a teamwork was at play here, there was another one aside from those two.

"Those guys couldn't knock him down? Pathetic."

"Thanks to that, we will have money at least."

"People like us are better of making profits from people's lives."

"Let us finish him off."

"Was that all there is to your tricks?"

"You're about to die, no need to know much."

"I doubt that."

"Glue Gripper!"

"Tainting Tongue!"

The purple hair woman used her magenta haired companion as a platform to leap off onto the ceiling and attached her hands into it. The guy on the ground proceeded to swing his tongue like a whip at Crol, attempting to bind him with his tongue. In that case, the woman would dropkick her foe from above when they were bound. However, Crol intercepted the combination.

"Glue Gripper."

"!"

He caught the tongue whip with bare hands, the guy couldn't pull his tongue back. Crol leaped off ahead and landed a fist on him, evading the woman's dropkick. She used a grappling hook and swung herself midair. Crol countered it by extending his tongue and wrapped it around her body. He launched himself on her and dropped her into the ground, she fainted. He closed his eyes and listened as he threw a boomerang into the air. It hit something, blood came out, revealing another guy in front of his bare eyes. Thus the three mercenaries were taken down.

However, Crol couldn't afford the ignore the untreated stab wound. He went inside the nearby infirmary before anyone could come to catch him. He wrapped some bandages on his body. Luckily he found some healing factor augmentation pills. His condition stabilized after a bit. He continued on his way to the prison quarters.

Unable to move as he normally did in a fight, Crol cloaked himself and walked pass the guards. Finally, he found a door leading him into the prison. He open the door and entered. In his left and right were prison cells, containing all kinds of people ranging from elders to toddlers. He looked around, searching for the mysterious old man's granddaughter. Then, he found a little girl in the same cell with two other girls around his age. Both of them each wore a high-tech collar on the neck.