(Arya is in her house and at the voice of Bulwark, she responded.)

Arya: Come in.

(Bulwark walks in and examines her home. He walks around a bit and takes a seat as he waits for her.)

Bulwark: You have a great place, it's cozy. Love it actually. So, any idea how prepared we need to be? Or what to expect?

(Arya walks around the house with only her panties. She searches among the room where Bulwark is for her boots. In the waiting room is a picture of Arya, Isabelle and a bearded man. She crouches and finds the socks and the boots.)

Arya: Many monsters. Need supplies. (She keeps walking and gathering the rest of her weapons, then she walks back to her room. Bulwark can see that the entire house is almost new, with only some books on a shelf and parts of different armors and weapons lying around. Big heavy weapons, delicate armors and very few photos of her and Isabella when they were kids and now as adults.)

(Bulwark gets startled by her nudity and plays it professionally while he thinks to himself " Her body just seems so... Human. Like if from earth as well.... I walk shirtless as well. Don't blame her. This Island's humidity is ridiculous." Sees the paintings and photos. " She was very young. Wow. She probably started younger than I. She's like what... 5 years old... I started at 15." Perverted thoughts go through his head " She sure did grew, her body is ... Stop it damn it" He gets up and walks to the kitchen to get something to drink and calm down. He gets a glass of water and looks at the bearded man)

Bulwark: Is it ok for me to ask about someone in those pictures? - he yells to her from the kitchen-

Arya: Isabelle father. My...father.

(Her voice cracks while saying it. In one of the shelves in the kitchen is an open letter with the insignia of Moderno on it. Only the first part could be read:

Dear Miss Arya:

We send yet another letter for you---

(He gains curiosity over the letter. He grabs it and reads it " What does Moderno want with an outsider; why is she so affiliated with Us")

(The letter read:

Dear Miss Arya:

We send yet another letter for your attendance. Since you were the first person in Monster Island to skillfully use our product, we ask, yet again to test our new exo-suit, made just for your needs. We have tried with other recruits, but everything ended in failure. We implore you that you come to Edomont, to our facilities and test, yet again, how it feels the new suit. We will pay you handsomely and all costs for the expenses will be paid. We await eagerly for your response.

Att: Chief Frey

(Alongside the letter is a photo of a young Arya, 7 years old, using a similar exo-suit that Luwanna used. Behind her, piles of different kinds of monsters are dead. Alongside her, 3 scientist smile. Arya's face in the photo was soulless.)

(Arya comes out of her room full armored and walks to the kitchen. She finds Bulwark reading the letter and grabs it furiously. She rips both the letter and the picture and stares at Bulwark.)

Bulwark: What did they do to you!?

(He points at the photo)

Bulwark: They are not Moderno scientist. Trust me, I know. Lived there my whole life.... (He thinks to himself the random changes happening at Moderno and suddenly a click. High pitch ringing goes through his head, throbbing headache and he collapses on the kitchen floor. Grunting and screaming in pain)

(Arya sees that he isn't faking it, so she grabs Bulwark and takes him to her room. She puts him on the bed and rushes away to the kitchen for some water and towels and comes back to the room.)

Arya: You ok?

(Still screaming and crying from the aggravating and searing pain)

Bulwark: M...MY... MY NECK... RIP.... RIP IT.. OUT.!!! I ...RE..MEM...BER (he lets put a huge scream tries to look for something sharp around the bed near him but no luck)

(She turns Bulwark around and sees the strange device. She hesitates for a moment, then takes out the device out of him. As she rips it out, the pain subsides his pupils dilate and his pulse accelerates. He quickly grabs Arya by her arms and stares at her, then he hugs her quickly.)

Bulwark: Thank you, partner.

(He feels the blood drip down his neck and gets off the bed)

Bulwark: So for that.. Uum... Just.. Let..umm just let me clean up. I'll explain, don't destroy that little shit.