A portal opens in the boundaries of the Castle. A hooded figure walks slowly from it, and stands meditatively as the portal disappears. The figure takes a few steps, the sound of which echoes through the room, and slowly draws back his hood.

Xaldin brushes a braid away from his face.

"Good to be home, finally," he says as a smirk slowly crosses his face.

I curse my own impulsiveness for things going wrong during that one day. Had I just destroyed the rose, the Beast's hope for returning would have been lost and his heart would have been ours. I was foolish.

However, there is no sense in pondering my mistakes when I have the perfect opportunity to work with my comrades once more.

Enjoy your moments of happiness, Keyblade Master, for we will eventually condemn you into the abyss of despair.