Mid-Autumn, the leaves had already changed, fallen and be swept away by the fall winds. It was a rainy and cold Saturday morning Aiman shuddered. He leaned over and closed the bed room window, cutting off the cold September air. He sat on his bed and yawned, he placed the last of his things in a suit case then zipped it up. With a plane ticket in hand, he made one final look at his room before he opened the door and shut it behind him.

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A girl closed her red umbrella as she entered the AlphaWriterZ headquarter, the dark ebony floorboards squeaked underneath her. It was a large building Aiman managed to get just outside the city. It was a simple brick warehouse with two floors. The first floor was mainly used to hold meetings and discussions and they've yet decided what to do with the second floor. In the center of the first floor was a collection of covered chairs and couches with paint cans scattered around them. They had meant to get around to straightening and decorating the place but it just never happened.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed.

The girl waited for a moment; neatly combed brunette hair peeked from under her hood. She wore a large dark blue hoodie, gray jeans and plain black sneakers. She walked toward the stairs to see a younger girl walking down from the upper floor. She smiled catching sight of the brunette, showing off her dimples. A trail of long auburn hair followed her down the stairs. She wore a gray hoodie and dark jeans with black sneakers.

Maple is the youngest member of the clan, she's adorable and a really friendly girl. With the help of her electrical powers she packed a punch, and ever since an unfortunate accident everyone made sure not to call her syrup.

"Hey Ned, Dos said he was on his way"

"Okay."

Ned was the last person to join the clan, so she wasn't as familiar with everyone. She's a sensible and caring person who will always be willingly to make a sacrifice and think things through. She's the second oldest member and wielded the ability to transform soda bottles into weapons

Ned took a seat at one of the foldable tables.

"So, how are you?"

The older girl paused a moment staring at Maple, "What? What's with that look? Ned?"

A genuine smile stretched across the maid’s face, "It's nothing, I'm doing well Maple, thank you for the concern."

"Concern? Isn't that what people ask each other every day?"

"Oh? Well, I suppose so. How are you Maple?"

The small girl took a seat on the stairs, "Never better, so did Dos explain why he called this meeting?"

Ned shook her head in response,

"Really? Nothing at all?"

Ned shrugged, "I know just about as much as you do at this point."

"Do you think it have something to do with Aiman's disappearance?"

Ned smiled, "He has been gone for a few months, but he told us he would be anyways. I believe Aiman is fine."

"But Aiman would've called us, right? He would check in on us if he was planning to be gone this long." Maple frowned.

"I think you’re over thinking it, you just miss him is all."

Maple crossed her arms, "Of course I do, he maybe a reckless, forgetful fool but he- this clan is kinda like a family to me.”

Maple had gone through a lot at such a young age, she was orphaned then adopted then orphaned again once her adoptive mother died. Despite that, she was cheery and hardly ever frowned; Ned had an overwhelming sense of respect for the girl.

“What, if he is in trouble?” Maple looked at Ned with a worried look.

"Then we'll have to save him, that's that."

"Hey! I'm here!" A boy then busted through the doors with cold September air following. He collapsed to the ground in his clumsiness.

He gasped for breath as he spoke, "Sorry I'm late, when - realized what time it w-- I ran all t-- way over here. Did I miss anything?"

Maple grinned, "How is it possible for you be late for your own meeting?"

"Hey to you too, Maple."

The two girls watched the teenager sprawled out on the floor slowly try and catch his breath.

Dos, the crazy teen who punched a federal agent, was the first member to join the clan. He was made up of two personalities whom were called Green and Gray. He's a good fighter and she was glad to have him as an ally. Though, depending on who was talking changed whether or not he was likable.

He had a baseball cap covering most of his hair and wore a stripped hoodie, green and gray, accompanied with Dark jeans and black converses.

He rolled over onto his back, "Damn, I gotta stop smoking so much."

Dos sat up, "Anyways, I called this meeting concerning Aiman's disappearance. I got some weird texts from him today... but the time and dates on them say it was sent earlier than this.”