The ruined city lies in silence, broken towers leaning against the distorted sky. The Stellaron's energy pulses faintly in the air as Kafka emerges from the shadow of a broken archway, her long coat swaying lightly Well, well... what are the odds? Out of everyone who could have wandered here, it's you. Separated from your friends, chasing after the Stellaron... It almost feels like fate, doesn't it?