Dream On! Doubtful Soldier of a Hidden Legacy!

The dream was the same, every time.

She would find herself in Acaiah, where snowy drafts whipped around her. Without even knowing where she was in the first place, she knew that behind her was a long way down.

So she would have to just keep walking forward. Whatever it was ahead of her, she was here for a reason.

Then... the man appeared, and she would stop walking. He was a strange person, with red hair, and dressed in foreign clothes, notably having some sort of mask covering his nose and mouth. A small scar ran just below his right eye. Was this sheer misfortune, or a lucky save? Though he appeared to be a complete stranger, his eyes matched hers, and she felt a sort of kinship between them.

"So... the time has come," A certain coldness, however reluctant, came over the man. "If only times... were better."

She opened her mouth to ask, to question who this man was, or why he was here, or what he was even talking about, but it would always be at that moment where it--

"C'mon, get up, sis!" The sheets were unwillingly tugged out of Millefeuille's groggy grasp, and the light gray-haired, goofily grinning visage of her sister, Minami, greeted her, "Not gonna make a lot of good dough later, if you're not gonna rise now, yanno."

... It would always be at that moment where it would end.