Dawn finally arrived, returning light to the ancient land. The golden rays shined on the contour of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and the Dome of the Rock. For thousands of years, many have lost their lives in the name of faith. The dispute seemed to continue till this day, its end seemingly out of reach. 

Jerusalem, St. Cross street. 

Two Native Americans visited a breakfast diner. The young couple looked to be in their early twenties. Draped over their shoulders were huge backpacks and their features were adorned with ethnic accessories. They looked like a pair of Native American tourists visiting Israel. 

These tourists were Xia Lei and Tsukino Kyoko in disguise. The human face masks paired with the wonderful magic of makeup, Xia Lei could barely recognize himself, let alone those who were after him. 

They chose a seat by the window. Xia Lei placed their orders and watched the street through the glass. 

Number 48, St. Cross street was just across the street. It was a very ancient-looking property, probably about hundreds of years old. Its main body was made out of stone and it had three layers above and below....