Ophelia and the others made their way to the train and got on board, finding a private area to sit in and store their things for the trip. Ophelia’s thoughts were mostly to herself. She wasn’t wanting to see her mom at all, and feared what her father would say about Roxas. She looked out the window at the fast moving scenery. “They’re not going to like you. Hell, they barely like me.” She said, her voice tight and emotional. She turned her attention to Roxas, who was sitting beside her, and slid her hand into his tightly. At least she has friends to defend her this time, but she knew it wouldn’t stop the outrage that would happen. 

“I’m excited for this mission. These werewolves have been wreaking havoc on the town for a long while now, but have gone undefeated according to the file. Hopefully we can slay these buggers!” She said this time to the group, to try and keep her mind off of everything. 

After a few hours they arrived, and she waited for a minute alone with Jax. Once Jax was walking beside her, she grabbed a hold of her sister’s hand. “I’m really not feeling good about this. I don’t want to visit Mom...” she frowned and kept her bag and weapons close, her cloak snug at her throat.