It was dark.

He had felt it all go in a flash. The ground disappearing under him, the screams and shouts around him turning into distant whispers, the light fading away. The supportive cries from the masses down below were deafened as the rays of control shook the earth. He remembered how his face fell when he witnessed the chaos as he looked around. A short glimpse of his precious friends was the last parting gift he got. As Yaldabaoth established his ''control'' over humanity, the world as he knew it collapsed, disappearing right in front of his very eyes.

And he collapsed along with it.

Further and further he fell down the hole. His body was bruised and battered, yet his face knew no expression. The pain he felt could not be expressed through a simple scrunching of the lips or furrowing of the brows. His heart burned with sorrow and regret, and their failure — no, his — would forever be etched into his brain. And now he'd have to carry this back-breaking burden, all by himself.

Then he arrived.

As he fell through the darkness, there was nothing. But he knew that he was heading somewhere. Was it not only logical to convince himself that there was a light at the end of the tunnel? What else could he do?

The space was circular, much like the Velvet Room. The difference was that his prisoner's uniform was replaced by his tattered casual outfit, and the only chains that bound him were the chains of regret. Though there were similarities, mainly the desk in the middle with a man sitting behind it.

He had to admit, if that man had replaced Igor the first time he came to the Velvet Room, the experience would've been a lot less disturbing. Being the complete opposite of Igor, the man was tall, handsome, and didn't look like he had a severe lack of sleep. His hair was white, much like Igor's, but it was combed to the side and there was a greater amount of hair in general in comparison to Igor's balding head. His eyes were narrow and his pupils purple, and he stared towards the ceiling, seemingly unaware of the fact he had company. If he didn't know better, he could've mistaken the man for a shadow from a twisted and rich palace.

The man soon turned in his chair, straightening his black coat and dusting himself off. His lips curved from a straight line into a smile. He did not know whether the man was smiling out of happiness, whether he was taunting him or whether he was plain twisted.

''So you have come, Akira Kurusu,'' the man spoke, his deep voice echoing through the chamber.

Akira walked forward towards the desk, his mind steeled yet his legs shaking with each step. If he was not dead, he still had something to do. And his body could only shudder in excitement and shake in fear at the prospect of it.

''Is everyone gone?''

The man chuckled at Akira's question, and leaned back in his chair. ''You're quite the straightforward one. But yes, the world you knew has been destroyed. The false god that could not gain control over the chaos known as humanity, chose to erase it as a solution. Not the most tactful of plans, but it worked out for him I guess…''

His heart fell further into darkness. He already knew that nothing was going to be okay, but knowing that he definitely had sealed the fate of humanity and his friends expanded the void within him.

''Oh my, is that the face of a trickster filled with regret?'' The man leaned forward, resting his face on his hands. ''But you're still here. You weren't cleaned off the slate like the others. Does that mean you still have unfinished work to do, or would you rather be reunited with your friends in the afterlife?''

He'd love that, in all honesty. But he couldn't. Forsaking what they fought for would be like spitting on their sacrifices. He'd have to continue alone, but he knew the bonds he had formed would keep his mind focused and his heart strong.

''No,'' Akira proclaimed, ''I can't do that. If I'm still here I'll continue until I'm done. I'll do it for my justice, for our justice.''

The man's unidentifiable smile turned into a grin.

''Fantastic.''

The man hopped off his chair, and only then Akira realized how tall the man actually was. He barely reached the man's shoulder. The man waltzed around Akira in circles, his grin plastered onto his face.

''Well, you might've been fooled once, but that won't happen twice,'' the man spoke, still walking around Akira. ''The Metaverse is still around, in a way. Corrupted and twisted desires have taken form in ways you couldn't imagine in your most fearsome nightmares. If you stop it this time, the current world will be saved. No more palaces, no more shadows, no more chaos. Easy as pie, right?''

''Do I… have to fight it again?''

The confrontation itself didn't worry him that much. It was more the fact that he would be doing it all by himself this time. Even with all the powers he could harness, fighting against a god was something you'd want help with.

''In all honesty? Most likely not,'' the man answered, much to Akira's surprise. ''This world is rather different from what you used to know, and it would make sense for whatever causes the distortions in hearts to take a different shape as well.''

''Then just tell me what I need to do, and I'll get to it.''

The man stopped walking, halting right in front of Akira. He gazed straight into his eyes, with his smile still remaining. ''You have a real passion for this, kid. I like that.'' The man rubbed his hands together, and laughed out loud again. ''Then there's nothing holding us back anymore. We shall get started right away,'' the man announced, returning back to his desk.

''Who are you?'' Akira asked. The question hadn't plagued him until now. Who was this man? Was he being toyed with again, only being used as a pawn in what was seen as a ''game''? Insecurities stapled up inside of him. Could he walk into the unknown without his friends supporting him?''

The man sat back in his chair, leaning back once again. ''Who I am? That doesn't really matter that much,'' the man remarked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. ''Sometimes I don't even know myself. The most important thing here is that you, young man, don't forget who you are and what made you into… well, you.''

Those words etched themselves into Akira's mind. Had the lack of faith in himself made him forget what made him an individual?

''I won't,'' Akira said, resolve strengthening his words. ''I'll save this world, with or without anyone at my side.''

The man's grin threatened to split his face in half.

''Good, good! You will face trials you haven't faced before, and the mysteries you solved will present themselves in different ways now, but you'll get through it. With perseverance of your old bonds, or through the creation of new ones,'' the man exclaimed, clapping his hands.

''What do you mean by tha-''

''It. Doesn't. Matter~'' the man cut Akira off with a cheerful tone. ''You're used to cryptic descriptions and a lack of information anyway. So, Akira Kurusu…''

The man spread his arms, and Akira could feel his spirit being lifted up. From the deep dark up to the light.

He'd fix everything, no matter what.

''Let us restart your rehabilitation!''

The days seemed to fly past at Kuoh Academy. It was a monotonous chore of getting up in the morning, participating in class, studying at home, and acing the test. Rinse and repeat. No people on his heels, no suspicious activities, no ruckus.

He had enrolled without himself knowing, but he started going to school like it was habit. It had to be part of this new reality he was in. Kuoh was more similar to his old country town than it was to Tokyo, and it didn't help with suppressing the bad memories.

At first he could appreciate the peaceful manner his new life was going about. It presented a reality to him in which he never got involved with the business of stealing hearts. A regular day-to-day school life, as his old self might've preferred. There were no rumors being spread about him, there was no threat of expulsion, and everyone interacted with him like they would with any student, even if he didn't talk back much.

It got boring fast.

There was not a single day that went by without him hoping that he'd run into a lovely blonde idiot, and they would both be dragged into a different world to start an adventure that would change their lives forever. The cries to not forget to do the dishes as he left the house were absent. The innocent but intimate moments he had in his room were missing. All the things he appreciated about his new life soon died in the shadow of all the things he loved and missed.

The conversation he had with the strange man seemed like a dream he tried to remember, but kept phasing out of his head. Had it actually happened? Perhaps it was merely a part of his imagination that had tried to convince him that he was here with a purpose, and not just left alive through a cruel twist of fate. He had no idea how much time had passed since the event either. It could be days, weeks even, but there was no date he could hold onto. He simply woke up after the conversation, in an apartment he seemed to know by heart, and got ready to go to school like it was the usual monday morning.

He hadn't gotten lost in the streets of Kuoh yet, but he was certainly lost in the maze of his mind.

The rain dripped down the window, and Akira's gaze lost itself in the shining drops. It was April, like it was last time, but the spring rain seemed to sweep across the country this time around. Lunch break always seemed like an accursed eternity with nothing to do.

He whipped his phone out of his pocket. The severe lack of messages and a special app managed to disappoint him each time he looked at the screen. Yet another joy he was robbed off.

"Hey! Did you hear?"

His head turned to the side. He knew the comment was obviously not aimed at him, but anything was better than staring into nothingness at this point. The classroom was a lot more crowded this time around, he noticed.

"Yeah, you mean the accident that happened in the park last night?"

Akira's ears were perked up now. Accident?

"It was horrible. He was supposedly bleeding from his mouth and eyes, just laying on the ground there. And in the middle of the night too! Like it happened out of nowhere."

His heart was beating fast. It sounded oddly familiar to another "accident" that had happened in April before.

"I think it was Hyoudou-kun from year 2, you know, the little perv."

"Pervert or not, no one deserves something like this. He was so lucky Gremory-san happened to be in the area and called an ambulance. Not only a school idol, but a good samaritan as well!"

"Whatever struck him, I hope it's not infectious. Wouldn't want to end up spazzing out too."

He knew enough.

He stood up from his chair, and made his way out of the classroom. He knew his destination this time around. It didn't matter if this was a suspicious coincidence or an actual mental shutdown. Every single detail would be revealed to him, and he'd fix it. No matter what it takes. No matter what's standing in the way.

So Akira made his way over to the Occult Research Club building.

There was a special thing about Kuoh Academy, and that was the reverence the student body held for certain individuals. Rias Gremory and her club fell into that category. Ever since his first day at school, he couldn't help but overhear all the talk about them. Most of it consisted of admiration and respect, with some slander and jealousy here and there. It was so different from Shujin too, where being popular was usually an indicator for all the glares being thrown your way.

The fact that she was involved in this mental shutdown case was all the more reason for him to investigate.

It could be a coincidence, yes, but he didn't want to risk anything this time around. There had been pretenders who had played along in the past, and for all he knew, the famous Rias Gremory could be like that too.

He soon arrived at the building. It had a nice, older vibe to it. Perfect for people that were looking into the occult. It could've made for a perfect hideout for his little band of thieves too.

"What a surprise to see you here."

It seemed that the first one to greet him was the Prince.

Yuuto smiled as he strode forward towards Akira. It reminded him of how Yusuke carried himself, always elegant. Though Yusuke did seem to be a bit more touched in the head.

"Do you happen to have any business with the club, Kurusu-san?" Yuuto asked when he came close enough to Akira. The two of them had never actually talked face to face, but the fact that they were both aware of each other's existence was enough to skip the introductions.

"Pardon the intrusion," Akira said, pushing up his glasses, "is Gremory-san here?"

"Why yes, but…" Yuuto's voice trailed off in confusion, "is there a reason why you wish to see her."

"It's private."

A torrent of thoughts seemed to flash through Yuuto's eyes, before he smiled again. "Sure, I don't see why not. It would be plain rude to tell you to leave if you have a matter to discuss with the president, after all."

Yuuto walked back to the door, and opened it, beckoning for Akira to come inside. He nodded and entered the building, watching his step.

The interior of the building was even older than the exterior. Vintage, almost victorian furniture decorated the place. If not for the extreme cleanness of the place, he would've thought dust would be hiding around every corner.

"Come, I'll lead you to the president."

With no objections, Akira followed Yuuto up the stairs. It almost felt like he was being led towards his execution. After they reached the second floor, Yuuto beckoned for him to wait as he walked towards the door. He knocked on it, murmuring something, and after a few seconds opened the door. He turned around to smile towards Akira.

"The president's in here. Good luck with whatever you're doing."

Yuuto sounded sincere, but Akira could not help to think there might've been a sarcastic undertone hidden under Yuuto's words.

Maybe there was something darker hidden under that smile of his.

Akira entered the room, and after he had done so Yuuto closed it for him almost inaudibly. The room he found himself now was more akin to a tea room than a place where a club would gather. Two large couches with a coffee table in between, various bookshelves, and at the end of a room a desk.

And there sat none other than the Great Lady of Kuoh Academy herself.

He found himself stunned for a while, almost like the first time he saw Ann. Looks were of course not what were most important to him, but Rias's appearance was quite captivating. She brushed her red hair out of her face, and looked up at him, flashing him a kind smile.

"Welcome, Akira-kun. Please have a seat."

He sat down on one of the couches before she could even finish her sentence. She stood up from her chair and walked to the couch across from him, taking her sweet time with each step she took.

If her legs didn't rival Tae's, Akira didn't know what else to say.

She sat down after a polite offer for some coffee or tea, which he also had politely rejected. She crossed her legs and laid her hands on her knee. From that moment on, he knew that she thought she was in control.

"So, what was it you wished to discuss with me, Akira-kun?" Rias asked before taking a sip of her tea. Akira sensed that she tried to hide her curiosity, but with his experience of talking with others, he saw right through it.

"This place looks nice," Akira said, ignoring Rias's question, "how did you get this for your club?"

"I have my connections," Rias answered, not seeming to mind the fact that Akira dodged her questions faster than Ryuji would dodge wind attacks.

"I came her to ask about the event that took place in the park."

"Oh?" Rias said in a surprised tone, though Akira dared to say that she was faking it. "You mean what happened with Hyoudou-kun I assume. Quite the terrifying event honestly. He's still in a bad condition, I hope he gets better soon."

"You were there, weren't you?" Akira asked. The suspicions arose in his head again. It could have been nothing else but a shutdown. And everyone that was present when it happened could've been involved. The man did say things worked in a different way this time, after all.

"Indeed," Rias answered, "I found him while I was taking a late stroll through the park. It was only natural to call the ambulance."

"It's a bit strange for a girl like you to go out at night like that."

Akira was only half surprised when Rias seemed unfazed by his semi-accusation.

"Sometimes it helps with clearing my mind, the moonlight does seem to have a calming effect," Rias replied with a smile. "Oh Akira-kun, were you thinking there'd be some other reason for me to be outside at such a late hour?"

"Not really, it can just be rather dangerous to go out at that time. Drunkards could be wandering around, you know."

He knew all about that from experience.

Rias giggled. "I wouldn't worry, I can handle myself just fine. So is that the reason you came here? To confirm my presence during Hyoudou-kun's unfortunate incident was nothing more than a coincidence? And what difference would it make to you?"

"It might have been," Akira said, as he stood up from the couch, "and I just like to be sure about everything." This wasn't going anywhere. Rias was adamant on playing by her rules, and he couldn't keep up like that forever.

It was time to cheat his way into the game.

"Leaving already?" Rias asked, and this time Akira was genuinely surprised by the disappointment in her voice. "I'm sorry you did not get the information you needed. But…"

Rias paused for a moment.

"What would you do if something like this were to happen again?"

He stopped just before he was about to leave the room, he turned his head to look Rias straight in the eyes.

"I'd put a stop to it."

As he left the room, he did not see the small smile that formed on Rias's face.

The moonlight covered the park in it's eerie light, almost brighter than the lanterns surrounding the path. The leaves rustled in the gentle wind, providing whoever walked through the park with a song of nature.

For Akira, this seemed like the perfect place for someone's mind to collapse.

A close look at the crime scene had always helped in the past. Then again, he also had a fair amount of brains with him to investigate back in those times. He didn't expect too much out of this little search, but hoping for a small hint he could work with wasn't that much to ask.

He had no idea where the victim had exactly collapsed, so his first choice was to wander around the place until he found a spot that looked like the place where it had happened. If there were no traces left, he had to trust his gut.

After minutes of walking through the park, he arrived at a more open spot. The only thing of note was the large fountain present in the middle, and that had nothing to do with what he was looking for.

He considered leaving until he heard a buzzing sound.

At the speed of light he reached for his pocket. A notification at this moment could only be a twist of fate. And it sure was when he looked at the screen.

App installed. MetaNav.

How he wanted to uncharacteristically jump around and cheer. But he had what he needed now. The first step to his mission could be taken now. It felt both strange and amusing to know how the app worked instead of trying to delete it in confusion.

Space twisted around him, the all too familiar distortions covering his eyes. To his surprise, not too much had changed. There was no grand castle, no large structure, no treasure and definitely no shadows.

All that appeared were two stairs, one going down into the earth and the other rising up to the midnight sky. Another buzz came from his phone, and he noticed an odd prompt he had not noticed when using the Nav before.

"Please ascend or descend."

He didn't get it. Was there a split in the cognitive world here? Was it a palace divided in two distinct parts? Or was this more of a Mementos type of deal, with multiple floors? There was only one way to find out.

After playing a quick game of rock-paper-scissors in his mind, he landed on the stairs that led down. Without further hesitation, he went on ahead. He could only imagine the faces his friends would have as they'd be heading into the unknown, wondering whose desires they'd uncover this time around.

The stairs went on for a long time. Even though he hadn't done this in a while, he didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. His heart was beating fast despite his slow pace. The sheer excitement to get back to work was almost uncontainable. There was a small problem he was experiencing though.

He had no idea what had happened to his Personas.

They were squirming inside of his heart most of the time, he could feel them, he could call upon them. Now their presence was faint and washed out. He wasn't sure about who was still with him, or if anyone was actually there at all. He was still confident in his skills, for sure, but not all the shadows went by the name of Pixie and weren't that easy to deal with it.

Eventually a light shone through at the end of the tunnel, and Akira stepped through, awaiting what would appear before him.

The sky was an ominous purple. He stood on a cliff, overlooking the vast lands that expanded in front of him. There was no distinct building or location that seemed to stand out. Instead, the area was filled with places that could all be palaces on their own. Various structures adorned the twisting and ever changing land, almost like it was a different world and not a cognitive version of the world that actually exists. He could only imagine what lurked in this strange land.

He double checked himself. Trusty dagger and gun were at his side. The gloves were on and the ends of his coat dangled just above the ground. And of course, the mask was in place as it should. Everything was like it used to be.

"This is…!"

He turned around, surprised at the sudden voice behind him. Rias a fair distance behind him, seemingly in shock. She did not notice him for a while, and when she did she almost fell down, her bat like wings not being able to keep her up. Akira decided to ignore the strange display, and managed to crack a weak smile.

"Another one of your late night walks?"

"So you are a devil."

"Yes, I am."

"This is apparently the Underworld, the place where your kind comes from."

"That's correct."

"And the reason you were there when that boy collapsed was because you were about to resurrect him and turn him into a devil, but it didn't work out and you were unable to heal him so you ended up calling an ambulance?"

"That's… close enough."

"Okay," Akira shrugged, "seems fair."

"How can you be so calm!" Rias shouted, shaking him by the shoulders. "You're acting like acting into hell is a leisure activity! And what's with the outfit," Rias murmurer as she practically fondled Akira, "this strange coat, the mask, you look like you're straight from a bad Lupin III movie!"

"Lupin… III?" Akira repeated in a confused tone.

"N-never mind that!" Rias stammered, a faint blush covering her cheeks. "What's more important is what you're about to do here, this isn't a place to casually wander around."

"I don't think it matters," Akira remarked, as he looked down the cliff to find a safe path to descend. "You weren't keen on sharing your intentions earlier either, why should I be?"

"That's…" Rias raised her hand in retort, but lowered it after a moment of thought, "a very valid point. But hey, you're not gonna get far without someone who knows the place, right? And who would be a better guide than an actual devil, who happens to be right here.

He had to admit that she had a point. This wasn't like the other cases where he knew something about his target. He had no idea what shadows he'd encounter and with the place spanning the size of a small country, help would be appreciated.

"And there's this whole other deal," Rias started, her voice taking on a quieter tone, "the fact that everything is so… different."

"Different?"

"Yeah," Rias replied, crouching down and gazing over the vast lands of the Underworld, "things are differently know. The sky isn't purple all the time, and the buildings are all more modernized. We adapt too, you know. This looks like it's straight out of a devil history book."

"A history book, huh," he muttered. This could be something the man could've referred to. Did people's cognition in this world perhaps manifest as a vision of the past?

He slid down a slightly less steep section of the cliff, ignoring Rias's cries behind him. Soon he landed on the ground, and quickly dashed behind a nearby pillar. Soon after that Rias flew down and landed next to him.

"Don't go runni-" Rias was cut off by Akira putting his hand on her mouth and beckoning for her to stay silent. He got a couple muffled noises in response but soon Rias calmed down. He slowly pointed towards the large building in front of him.

A colosseum.

The large white circular structure was huge. In front of it was a smaller building, perhaps a entrance way of sorts. Golden lines flowed along the walls of colosseum, as if someone had painted them on there sloppily. Many human looking individuals surrounded the colosseum, seemingly trying to get inside.

"What could this be…" Akira whispered, mostly to himself, but Rias took it up to herself to respond.

"Perhaps it is a place where they hold Rating Games. Though those did not exist back in the day."

"Rating Games?"

"I don't think we're in a good spot for detailed explanations at the moment," Rias replied, somewhat annoyed. "Let's check it out."

With that, Rias took the initiative this time and went on ahead. He could only follow after. It would've been ideal if he could stay cautious, but with Rias around that became a lot harder. He could only hope to find some info soon, find a link in the real world and get to work.

"Oh, Queen Rias!"

Both Rias and Akira looked dumbfounded.

"Queen?"

A good portion of the people rushed over towards the pair, spouting all sorts of nonsense as they pushed them towards the colosseum.

"What is this outfit, my Queen? Surely you cannot display yourself like this!"

"And who is this? Your new servant? He looks like quite the joker!"

Rias could only muster out a few week protests as the crowd dragged them along. Soon they were inside the colosseum, and they could not believe their eyes.

All the seats were filled to the brim, the tribune looking like a sea of people. In the middle was the big open space, were the fights most likely took place. To Akira's surprise and Rias's horror they were dragged off straight towards the middle of the arena, and were left there straight in the spotlight.

"Welcome, ladies and gentleman!" An announcer's voice boomed through the colosseum. "Today we seem to have a challenger, going up against our forces to compete for the lovely Queen Rias's hand!"

The crowd cheered, and thousands of cries of joy muted Rias's cry of protest.

"And to properly start this battle, I will leave the rest to the owner of the colosseum, the lord of flame, charmer of many fine women and Queen Rias's beloved husband…"

"Husband?" Akira said, looking at Rias, who seemed to be almost paralyzed.

"Give a round of applause to the almighty King Riser Phenex!"

On a balcony overlooking the arena, a squadron of scantily dressed women stepped out. On their shoulders they carried a throne, and on the throne sat a man Akira could only describe as a blonde and less ugly Kamoshida.

And he had hoped he wouldn't have to deal with lust as his first one again.

"Behold, my brethren!" Riser called out, riling up the crowd even more. "Another man takes the challenge to steal my favorite woman from me? What will be lost this time? His life or his own wife!"

"I'm not your wife, you scumbag!" Rias called out, pointing at Riser. "Besides, what the hell is going! There was no colosseum here and you certainly didn't go from marquis to king in a bloody day!"

"It's his cognition," Akira replied, earning a confused look from Rias.

"Cognition?"

"You're unusually feisty today," Riser responded loudly from up the balcony, "maybe it's that time of the month? It doesn't matter. Later today you will be writhing underneath me as usual. Bring her up here and let out the combatants!"

With a snap of Riser's fingers, Rias was teleported up to the balcony. Akira saw her struggle and scream, but it seemed futile as she was soon chained to the other women and disappeared into the background. Riser sent him a final smirk before disappearing as well, following his harem.

The crowd roared and yelled, and the temperature started rising. This would usually be the time where he'd bolt and get out of there, but leaving Rias was not an option. If he had to deal with a second Kamoshida, he would.

Soon the earth shook as two gates near the sides of the arena opened. Two, large red demons marched out, approaching Akira. Flames burst out of their backs, and their roars were even louder than the sound of the entire audience.

"Oh? Is this where your justice comes to an end?"

A voice burst from within him, light and energy filled his heart as the voice continued to ring in his head. He felt his heart and spirit elevate. The sound of the crowd slowly became quieter and the monsters stopped progressing towards Akira.

They were coming back.

"If they bring forth the hounds of hell, we shall answer them with the powers of our Father above! My blessings I bestow upon thee!"

A light shone down onto the arena, making the audience and the monsters down in the arena cower, hoping to protect their eyes from the holy sight. Smoke rose up from the seats. The light was growing some strong that it was burning the skin of some devils, slowly purging them and removing their existence. The crowd slowly started dispersing, hoping to avoid more contact with the holy light, but the rays isolated them from going towards the exist, lest they wanted to get burned like the others.

They would be forced to watch the slaughtering.

"I am Thou. Thou art I."

His cloak wappered behind, and the holy light focused directly on him. Large, white wings manifested behind him. Soon a suit of armor followed along. And finally, a heavenly sword descended, and the figure grabbed it with resolution as its magical form solidified. The monsters stumbled back, hoping to retreat to their cages, but judgement had already come.

"I am Archangel. I have come to deliver justice."

Well, this is my new project. Kinda ran into writer's block with naruto/dxd stories, so why not try persona? I noticed a majority of the good fics are P3 focused, so I wanted to give P5 a bit of shine as well.

First complaints are probably gonna be about Akira not pulling out Metatron at the end. It's a tad bit too early for things like that. I think fights will be more interesting if if showcases the powers of less popular personas better than them just being a top tier persona smacking fodder around. Of course those type of fights also have their place, just not in chapter 1.

Pacing was a bit off in this place, I was trying to avoid "empty school day" type of scenes which would just feel like filler. I'm a bit out of my groove so I'll try to work on this as best I can. And yes, Riser is the first antagonist, but even if he is like Kamoshida, he's not the actual Kamoshida in this part, if you catch my drift.

I hope you guys enjoyed this story. I will try my best for weekly updates on this one, so you guys have something to read and so I can, well, start not sucking at writing. Please leave a review with your thoughts and I'll see you all in the next chapter.