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Fuyuki City
1st of September 2004, 23:00 PM

          The library of her father’s estate in Germany had always been a sanctuary for Galateya. The warm embrace of its high wooden shelves, the soft flicker of the oil lamps, and the comforting smell of leather-bound volumes had made the world feel distant, manageable, even serene. For as long as she could remember, she had lived in that world---safe, predictable, isolated from the chaos beyond the manor’s walls. She would sit by the fireplace with her nose in a book, a blanket wrapped around her fragile frame, and Raphael at her side, his gentle voice explaining the things she did not understand. But now, as she wandered through the narrow, unfamiliar streets of Fuyuki City, everything that had once been her world seemed impossibly far away.

          The ground beneath her felt harsh and foreign, each step resonating with a cold, metallic thud as her boots hit the pavement. The air was crisp, biting at her cheeks and making her small, frail body shiver beneath her long coat. Galateya pulled the fabric tighter around herself, her gloved hands trembling from the chill and the fear that gnawed at her insides.

         Galateya had never been anywhere like this before. The towering, featureless buildings rose up on either side of her, their windows dark and soulless, reflecting the distant glow of neon signs. The streets felt deserted, almost abandoned, the only sounds coming from the occasional hum of passing cars and the whisper of the wind through the narrow alleys. Everything about Fuyuki felt strange, hostile, and cold. Nothing like home.

         Her thoughts drifted back to the manor---its high ceilings, the large glass windows that overlooked the garden, the way the moonlight would filter in through the curtains. Was her family searching for her? Had they noticed her absence? Galateya could see her parents’ worried faces, hear the hurried footsteps of the maids as they searched every room, calling her name. And Raphael, her guardian, the one person who knew her better than anyone---he would be frantic. His green hair falling into his violet eyes, his voice full of restrained panic as he gave orders to the staff. 'Where is she?' she imagined him demanding, his normally calm demeanor giving way to fear. He had never let her out of his sight for long; he had always been there to protect her. Yet now, here she was, far from his reach, far from everything she had ever known.

         Galateya clutched tighter to the cloak of the figure walking ahead of her. His face was obscured beneath a deep hood, his steps measured and deliberate. He had not spoken much since they had started their journey, only offering her brief reassurances when she asked where they were going. And even then, his answers were cryptic, his voice low and quiet, like a whisper carried on the wind. She felt like a small child trailing behind her mother, not daring to stray too far lest she be swallowed by the darkness around them.

         The streets stretched on, empty and unfamiliar, and the silence between them became suffocating. Finally, Galateya could not bear it any longer. "Will we walk forever?" Her voice, small and weak, seemed to be swallowed by the cold night air.

          The cloaked figure glanced down at Galateya, his amber eyes catching the faint glow of a nearby streetlight. He paused for a moment before answering, his tone calm but firm. "No. We have a destination. Be patient."