Going back from the story of another world where a year has already passed.
A peaceful day arrives.
"You didn't tell me you're also good at tinkering."
The man sarcastically comments as the lady struggles to lift a heavy piece of metal.
"Stop it with the teasing and help me!"
Feliz chuckles as he takes the equipment from Porta and lifts it by himself.
"Wait, if you're here, who's manning the counter?"
Porta asked.
"Ah, that would be the model that passed my protocols and standards. I named it Mina (Maid)."
Feliz responded in kind.
"You know, you might be talented in tinkering and creating your so-called machines, but your naming sense needs some work."
The two have made a place where people can store the most important things they cherish, promising utmost safety and security amidst an unknown force that's making the world uncertain about the future. Since it's Feliz who made it possible, Porta gave him the honors of naming it…which he did.
