Hundred years ago has been passed when I first met the young Harriet, she was five and I was eight. And ever since she saved me from the fallen cave, she never left my side even if I give her a mark and took it off after, she never left me. Not until that last day, when I finally remembered, I never ask her name not even once. That day, I decided to ask her but then I failed to learn her name, because she was summoned back to where she lives. Not knowing it was our last day, our last meeting.

Lots of things change after one hundred years...