Brandon Locke [2]

December 25, 2148.

It was Christmas.

Snowflakes fell from the sky. The rough patch of grass had now become obscured by piles of snow.

Amidst the gentle fall of the snowflakes, a woman stood with a blank expression with flowers in her hands.

Her pitch-black hair fluttered by the snowy breeze. Her dark crimson eyes narrowed as she stared at the wall before her.

There were several names embedded on the wall.

Since one of the people, she came here for had 'A' as the starting letter of his surname, Rachel was able to find him easily.

[Here lies the brave souls who had lost their lives during the calamity.]

She was at the cemetery.

After finding the first person she was here for, she crouched down and placed a flower in front of the wall.

Edward Ashfield.

2083 - 2148.

On that day, her grandfather protected both her, and her sister, Amy.

However, an incident occurred.