Early the next morning, two cloaked figures stood across the street from a house sitting in a nice neighborhood in Portland, Oregon. Inside the home, a father and his four year old son were just waking up. They both had dark hair, blue eyes, and ivory skin, but the boy’s features appeared noticeably more Asian. 

A moment later, they heard a knock on the door. The father opened it and saw a man in his early twenties pulling back the hood of his cloak. He was of Japanese descent and had his long dark hair pulled into a ponytail. A look of despair was painted on his face, tears welling up in his brown eyes. This was Hikari and Asuna’s younger brother, Koga Miyazoko.

“Koga? Is everything okay?” the father asked. The man shook his head slowly. “What happened?”

“Archie… You may want to sit down for this…” he said. Archibald Vex nodded and invited Koga in. They sat at the table and the father brought two cups of coffee.

“Uncle Koga! Hi!” the young boy said with a smile as he walked into the dining room. Koga just silently waved at him, trying to hide the sadness on his face.

“He may not want to be in the room for this… Not yet, anyway…” Koga insisted. Archie had a look of concern on his face, but nodded. 

“Hey Dorian, why don’t you go play in the game room and let me speak alone with Koga for a little while, okay buddy?” the father asked his son. The boy clearly knew something was up, but nodded and left the room. Archie then turned back to Koga. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but… Hikari is dead…” Koga revealed, choking back tears. 

“What?” Archie replied in a sharp gasp. He couldn’t believe it. There was no way his wife - the Luminary herself - could be dead. Absolutely not. “No… That’s not possible!”

“I’m so sorry, Archie…”

“How…How did it happen?” he demanded, tears gushing down his cheeks. 

“The Crimson Cowls teamed up with Orochihana and the Kyuubikuza and attacked her at Pixiewick… they managed to get the upper hand… And… Well…” Koga explained slowly as his voice cracked. 

“There’s no way Mom would go out like that!” Dorian screamed as he ran back into the kitchen. He had been listening around the corner. He was extremely intelligent and well-spoken for a four year old. “She’s too strong!”

“I’m sorry, Dorian… It’s true. She’s gone…” Koga barely managed to speak the words. 

“No! I won’t believe it!” the boy shrieked as he began sobbing. “She’s not dead! She can’t be! Nooo!”

The three of them pulled each other into a group hug and devolved into a grieving mess…