Prologue

"Dylan Pritchards, your case, please?"

The man, Dylan, looked at the girl who's wrists were bound behind her back.

She winked at him.

"You see, I would like to call the fact that..."

A gun shot, the judge fell to the ground, bleeding from his shoulder.

The girl smiled at Dylan as he untied her wrists. She took out two swords, tossing one to her partner in crime.

In the middle of the chaos, the girl said, "I see you have my back, yet again, Dyl?"

The man grinned. "Always, Captain!"