Wolf Fang Ayame stands as the snow falls around her dancing blissfully around her serene face. She looks down into the lake before her.

“Lutheran Locke, the puzzle that no man could ever solve. And you turn to me to be the key to your lock. Here is the sad truth. Your soul is trapped in a labyrinth with a beast of your own creation. The wanderer inside is a good man who just wants to be free from this pain. Hell maybe he wants to be free from this mortal coil from the anguish that he has caused others. But all he can do is run around aimlessly in these twisting and turning alleyways. A man made maze, a torture of his own creation. Forever running from a beast.”

She took out a key and inspected it, letting her fingers feel the rust and jewels before clasping it tightly. 

“The beast however devours all those who draw near to help. The maze that trapped the wanderer is also there to entrap the beast. To make sure that the beast cannot harm anyone. A mutually assured destruction in which both entities will not retain full control, nor will they be able to exert their full will onto the world as a whole. It’s a pitiful existence.” 

“So that leaves you begging for help, and despite warning, after warning. People have told me to stay away and not pursue, for I may get lost in your labyrinth next. I may be swallowed whole by the beast.” 

She lowered her head.

“I have come to terms with that fact. Every demon that could cleanse me could be my very last. Could best me. That is the burden that I place on my self as a guardian of the natural order. I am not going to ignore a demon running around harming someone, just so I may breathe again another day. That is the coward’s way of thinking.”

Wolf Fang Ayame dangled the key in front of her. 

“So Locke, you pride yourself on shutting yourself to others so no one may be hurt, so that the beast may be sealed away? Consider me the one to open the door. The key and solver of the riddle. You’ve taken up so much of my time. In this short amount of time here. I’ve seen so much work that needs to be done to right the natural order of things.”

She grinned showing her white teeth, her piercing yellow eyes glowing through the snow. 

“If I cannot escape your labyrinth. Then there is no way that I can start fixing things. Start correcting the natural order. No matter what happens you will thank me.”

She began walking off through the snow.

“I promise. You will thank me no matter what.”