Vivian, now 18 years old, was walking through her town's streets when the Imperial Police arrived where she was and began a routine search of the area:

  "Stay still, cooperate and everything will be okay!" - shouted one of the cops through a megaphone.

  Vivian, who already hated the Police due to previous encounters with them after her parents' passing, fled the place. She kept on running and eventually hid in an alleyway and watched the cops go by:

  "Phew, thought I was done for." - Vivian sighed to herself.

  "You talking to someone?" - spoke a mysterious voice.

  "Who's there!?" - Vivian exclaimed, immediately springing up.

  "Chill, I'm not a cop. What's your name?" - said a girl who appeared from around the corner.

  "Vivian, you?" - she asked, still scared.

  "It's Delilah."

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  "Oh, okay, how did you find me?"

  "Well, I was just walking past and heard someone talk, that someone being you. Why were you hiding from the cops anyway?" - the girl asked.

  "I... don't like them. I've had bad experiences in the past." - Vivian replied, sitting back down.

  "Huh, sounds like we have some things in common." - Delilah said, sitting down beside her.

  "You hate them as well?"

  "Well... they took my parents, so I guess you could say so."

  "We have more in common than you think, then. My parents were killed in Sartheria..."

  "Oh, I'm... so sorry for your loss..."

  After a small moment of silence, Delilah asked:

  "Hey, Vivian?"

  "What's up?"

  "Can I call you Viv?"

  "Uh, yeah, sure! But only if I can give you a nickname as well."

  "It's a deal! But what will ya call me?"

  "What about... Dell?"

  "Dell, huh? I like that..." - she said, smiling softly, nearly crying. - "Either way, I gotta go, see ya around, Viv!"

  "Take care, Dell!"