Searching for Answers

Mizuki trudged through the sand, her keyblade slung on her back and her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She stopped and looked out at the endless waters, hoping to see something else other than the jagged rocks and tinted ocean. A tear rolled down her cheek as she put a hand to the locket she wore which contained a family photo.
"Everything's gone horribly wrong...."

"It's not easy being alone, is it," said a young man.

He wore a reagged, brown cloak with a hood covering his head. On his back was a claymore, one covered in battered tape. Other than that, he had no figure. You could see his black and red shoes and part of his blue jeans, but, again, nothing else.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Yami. Ronin Warrior of Anacrea. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss..."