It wasn't a pretty sight, this Void. The color crimson was everywhere, and the heat was oppressive. Not to mention that strange man that greeted her as soon as she woke up. Sighing, Clairemont spoke into her solitude as she walked. "Carbuncle, was that man a demon?" 

She waited for a reply, and when she received none she sighed again. She was alone, truely and absolutely. She had nobody to talk to, and nothing but a dagger to defend herself with, and on top of it she had no real path.

[i]Finding love in a place like this? For a person like me? A farfetched dream if ever I heard one. Of the three goals I was offered, killing seems the easiest. If only I had Carbuncle, I could be out of here in a few days.[/i]

Claire shielded her eyes against the glaring sunlight as she pondered her dilemma, wandering aimlessly through the wasteland before her.