"...Roy." [i]The previous mentor of the Sable Church only stood there, staring at him. Why? Why did she forget? How could she forget? Was it her plans? Her goals?[/i] "...W-What are you doing here, R-Roy?" [i]Clad in her pure black dress, obsidian black gauntlets and leggings, and the decorated mask she had bore for the majority of her career. Underneath it was a changed face. She could never explain to Royal why she resorted to facial surgery, he wouldn't understand. None of them would. She tried to make Anri something more, something better. She refused... No. Yuria wouldn't give up her plans that easily.[/i]