It was a long time ago. Somewhere within the vicinity of the City, outside of the imploding reality.
"So, is this the reason for the 100 days journey? You know, I am enjoying my early retirement and lazing around my room instead of working my old bones to the bones. That would be the scenario I'm having right if I didn't join your rag tag group of shady mercenaries, you know? Do you even hear my rant, Mr. Hans?"
"We are paying you extra, don't act like you're not compensated."
"As expected of someone who's named Crack. The names fit your attitude."
"My name is Caesar."
"Crack sounds better though."
"That makes me sound like a drug addict, don't tarnish my image so lightly."
"It is Faust who is insisting for you to come in the first place. So, can you stop hitting my neck for a constant period of time? BLURGH!"
"Gyahahaha! His neck bent the wrong way!"
