Crawling towards the lobby, Aster looked around frantically. He store down at his hands and asked himself, "I'm shaking, does the idea of demons scare me that much?" Eventually, he reached the generator room, marked by the sign above the door. The hallway forward had large window panes that allowed Aster to peer inside, along with another speaker very far down the hallway.
Like a high strung violin strike, a tall figure bent down behind Aster and whispered, "hello, little boy." Aster froze, sitting like a stone as the figure behind him towered over him. The figure slicked his slime tongue around his mouth, the tip grazing Aster's ear. "Are you scared? I've heard that cattle's meat tastes better, do you think this applies to humans, as well?"
"Is this it?" Aster thought, "am I going to be murdered? Before I even get a chance to achieve my own legacy? I can't even die in battle. At least—my mother's legacy will not be ruined."
As he closed his eyes, waiting for the world to go dark, down the hallway, a voice called out, "once weapons were manufactured for wars. Now wars are manufactured for weapons."
"What? Who's there?" The unseen figure called out towards the voice.
"Aster Bell, you are destined for a legacy, one of your own! However, to reach that destiny, you must find the truth of the demons!"
Standing upright, the ominous figure shouted, "you're pissing me off! Where are you?" He then slowly looked down at Aster, who was still paralyzed with fear. "Let's make a deal, if you don't move while I go and murder whoever that is, I'll make your death quick." As the demon walked past Aster down the hallway, Aster saw his tall and muscular build, along with green and scaly skin. However, what caught Aster's attention the most was the array of random bones protruding from the demon's back.
"Now is your chance, Aster Bell!" The voice informed.
"Right! I don't know how or why you saved me, but thank you!" Aster dashes through the hallways of The Harbor, passing various members as they ran to fight the oncoming demons. Reaching the lobby, now darkened by the lack of lights. It was only illuminated by the hole that the demons smashed through, letting in light from the grey and cloudy outside.
As the elevator doors opened, Aster called out, "anyone here? Paisley? Yarrow?" There was no response. Walking over to his bunk, he grabbed his blade, which had been leaning on an electrical outlet.
"Nobody's here," Aster thought, "now that I think about it, they're defenseless! Paisley said that Class D weren't treated equally, and she didn't answer me when I asked what her Midnight Weapon was! I get it now! Members that are classified as Class D aren't given Midnight Weapons by The Harbor! The only reason I have one now is that I inherited it!" Aster turned and ran into the elevator and determined, "I have to find those two!"