A letter arrived. Otto's brows furrowed together as he looked it over, his first thoughts having to do with explosions or itching powder if he opened it without thought. However, he then saw who it was from, and his heart began to ache. Time healed most wounds, but Otto's never really did. He covered them up, buried them, or anything to keep from having to deal with them.

He'd forgotten Clerise. That was how he'd coped. But receiving a letter from a dead friend, it was hard to keep that memory hidden away in his heart. Memories of a smile, a laugh, flickered across his mind like a dancing flame.

Otto sat himself down on his couch, breathing out slowly and shakily before letting himself start to read.

He could hear her voice with each word, felt her tussle his hair or give him a wink. His throat stung and his head felt heavy as her memory trickled back despite his will to keep it forgotten. There was a hole she had left in his heart by not being around anymore. Not just missing, or away. She was dead. Nothing but ashes now.

He wouldn't allow himself to cry, though tears welled in his narrowed gaze as he fought to read on, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. He hated her for dying. Hated her for thinking to write up a will in the first place. Hating her, he could put all the blame on her for hurting him by dying. Allowing herself to die. Leaving him behind.

He rubbed his eyes on his long sleeve, finishing the last of the letter with a curious stare. A motorcycle? That had to be a joke. What need was there for transportation as a hunter?

He'd have to see for himself.

Otto made the trek to the Life labs, letter in hand. Once convinced, the Life Tech let him see his new possession. In all it's glory, and honest to goodness Runic Motorcycle. Otto had never imagined himself riding such a thing. He barely knew how to drive a car; having only had a small handful of experiences behind the wheel. His mom worried too much to let him drive anywhere. His father was just an a**.

But here it was. He was 19 years old now, living on a tropical island. His best friend was dead, but she left him a motorcycle. Where would he even use it? In all honesty, he'd rather have her. He didn't want a bike. He wanted Clerise.

Otto felt like he should be happy. He'd been left a great gift, even if it did have a drained battery. But all he could think of was how much he missed her, and how much he wished he could forget that smile.