It was a cold and chilly night on the Cliffside. This was the same place where the grave was located. Not a single creature or person was to be seen normally. However this night the cliff would have a visitor.

A redcloaked figure was trudging through the snow looking around as if searching for something. "It is still here.." the figure mumbled. A cold blast of air suddenly caused her to raise her hand to keep her balance. After battling the wind the figure finally walked up the cliff and found the gravestone and kneeled in front of it.

"Summer.." The figure said pulling back the cloak hood. This was the young Huntress Ruby Rose.