On the edge of a rooftop of a five-story building, there was a girl with long white silky hair. Her fair skin brightens more as the sunlight hits it. Because of the strong wind, her hair obstructed her face so she used her fingers to place it behind her ears, revealing her breathtaking beauty.
She stared at the busy road of the city with her face void with emotions. Despite that, her chest is pounding because of excitement as if she was astounded by what she was seeing in front of her.
Behind her, a man appeared while wearing casual clothing like her. The man frowned because of the sun and scanned the area. His messy get black hair almost covered his black eyes but no one can deny his beauty.
Despite his teen-looking features, he's hundreds of years old just like Yllse.
He looked at the woman and said, "Yllse Radeia Aren't we going to start moving?" He seemed annoyed.
Yllse looked at him and uttered, "Zandre Ymil."
