Penthouse Office, MalvanaX Inc. – NYC 6:05 PM
Malvana, better known to loved ones as Mala, sat on her leather seat pondering what her next course of action would be. Looking out the large window that lined her office, she saw nothing except darkness, which sent a chill down her back. That is nothing compared to the feeling she received just a few short hours ago. Ritchie Stevens had sent out a telepathic message across the globe, a cry for help. Malvana has heard his words, the words from her future love, the man who will some day be known as Pala. The man who will save her more times than she could ever ask for, the man that will love her like no other.
After a quick glance at her clock, she notices just how much time has passed since she received the message. She wants to help… She feels the need to, a sort-of obligation to.
She picks up the phone, pressing a single red button on it. It rings but there is no answer. She continues to hold the phone up to her ear, but still there is no answer. Finally, a machine picks up.
[][]Hey, Bibbo here, sorry but TOMB is off saving the world or something and we can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number we’ll be sure to return… Hey, Joker1 don’t press that- BEEP[][]
With a chuckle, she hangs up the phone.
Pala, where are you?
Once again she picks up the phone. The message repeats itself.
“<Pala…>”
