The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the dank, dim corridor. Hurried footsteps pattered against the floor towards a distant light. Upon reaching the end, a voice screamed with indignant rage.
"SEIYAA!!"
Shiro slid to a stop, guns drawn as she stared up at the man floating in the air at the center of the room–a wide, barren space save for two, massive glass containment chambers. Pylons pulsed, illuminating the room with flashes of blue from the flickering electricity, casting a backdrop of black over the robed man's form with each one. His appearance was further obscured by the shadow cast on his face by his hood, but Shiro was certain that he was focused on her. The man–Seiya Nalia, chuckled brightly as he looked down at her and gave his response.
