Sera felt shame wash over her when she heard the swordsman's question but couldn't blame him for asking. It was a common mistake. There was no sane Weapon who would drift so far from her Meister, much less keep having one quit on her every other month. It would be all fine and good at the beginning, but slowly she would begin to feel heavy in her Meister's hands, or she would be too hot to the touch. No matter what they would do, the wavelengths between her and a Meister would never sync the same way as it used to and pretty soon, they'd part ways. Sera wasn't sure if she was the one at fault or not...

She had to stop this track of thought before she got depressed any further. This neither the time or place for such things. Plus, the swordsman was waiting for her answer.

"I'm not a Meister." She simply replied, not wanting to see the purple-haired man's reaction. Before she could explain herself further, Sera was interrupted by the loud flapping of wings. Turning her head upwards, she saw a silhouette standing atop one of the few intact buildings in the area. It was a half-naked man in black pants and frazzled black hair. However, his arms were replaced with giant black wings. His eyes glowed an eerie yellow and Sera felt herself take a step back. However, the stranger's gaze was not aimed at her but at her companion.

"There you are Mitsui. Lady Karasuko has been looking everywhere for you. You're needed in the front lines." The man chirped, "Or are you too busy saving damsels in distress from the very monsters your employers have created? You wouldn't want any of the witches to hear what you've been up to now, do you?" 

"What is he talking about?" Sera asked, finding the courage in her voice once she heard these news. She wasn't sure if she could believe that the man who saved her was really an enemy.

"You didn't tell her? Poor baby!" The man guffawed, "Mitsui is a mercenary hired by the witches! The very witches who attacked your lovely little home Seraphina Evans!"

"Y-you know who I am?" 

"Everyone knows who you are, sweetheart. Daughter of the Last Deathscythe and the Meister who helped him achieve that title, Soul & Maka Evans. However, mommy and daddy aren't here to save you now. In fact, they are the right on top of the witches' most wanted list. I'm sure they're being hunted down right now-"

"Why?!" Sera interrupted, "Why are you doing this?! My parents had nothing to do with the attack on the witches."

"Oh my... How little you know." The man cooed, "But enough chit-chat. My Lady Karasuko would be delighted to have you as a hostage. Mitsui, take her down." Sera looked over at Mitsui, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. She had no idea who to believe anymore and had no way to defend herself. She balled up her fists, watching carefully for the purple-haired man's next move. If she timed it right, maybe she could still escape.