Just a couple of hours had passed since she had awoken in this strange place and she was already dying to go home. For a minute, she thought it was all a prank played by their enemy. But things felt way too real for that; and the burning sensation on her wrist was far too real as well. She wasn't in an illusion world. Everything that was happening was really happening. And she was terrified. No matter how you looked at it, the young girl was shaking so much you wondered how she was still standing up. Hakka wasn't a coward, it wasn't that; it was simply the result of an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't leave, she couldn't fight whoever it was that had trapped her there, she couldn't even help everyone else around her. And there were so, so many people here. After she exited the building where she was before, she crossed paths with so many different people, she wondered how powerful the one responsible for this was.

She sighed.

It hadn't been long since she started walking but she quickly reached a garden, a beautifully decorated garden where she could sit down and rest. She wasn't exactly tired physically; it was more mental than anything. She couldn't stop thinking about how to get out, how to go back to where she belonged; and she couldn't stop thinking about that one person.

Perhaps it was fate that she looked up as she thought about him; or perhaps it was just another prank. However, the truth was that she saw him. She saw him standing right there, at the edge of the garden. It was really him, with that unmistakable black and white cow-shaped kigurumi... It was--

"G-Ginger...!" Her voice was weak, but quickly gained more strenght as she got up. "Ginger!" And she ran towards him as fast as she possibly could.