Full Summary: Taken place after the last secret report! Mr. H goes to confront the Composer by the River of Shibuya about his future and Joshua reveals that a whole new game is about to take place. Who will become the new Producer? What will become to those who lose? All will be answered. Welcome to the Angel's Game!

Disclaimer: I do not own rights or anything to The World Ends With You. That belongs to Square Enix [who can totally steal my concept and make a sequel plz =D]

Chapter 1. "Welcome to the Angel Game."

"So, this is it then, huh?"

"Seems so."

"No more Producer job for me?"

The river neve seemed as dark and gloomy as it had at that moment for Mr. H. Joshua-- or, rather, the fully aged version of the Composer he knew so well-- stood before him. A few inches taller, face just as soft but hair longer... yes, this was the Composer Hanekoma was used to.

"You are the Fallen Angel, Hanekoma. Meaning, as a criminal, you are stripped of your Angel title and any jobs only an Angel can complete."

"Heh, figured as much," he laughed, though the situation was all but funny. "Shibuya is something special, you know? There's never been a city like it. So much Imagination out there, so many strong Souls... I never intended on betraying you or the game, but I very well couldn't let this place go to shambles. Strip me of that title, take away my wings, but I don't regret interfering."

"You don't regret showing Minamimoto how to use the Taboo Noise either?"

"Not at all."

Joshua stared Hanekoma up and down, which caused a bit of worry in Mr. H. Am I going to be replaced? Erased? That rhymed... I wonder how Rhyme is doing without her dreams in the real world.... At least her and Beat are back as siblings, I'm sure he's happy about that.

Joshua just laughed a little, able to read Mr. H's eyes and tell he was distracted. "Even when facing erasure, you can't take a moment seriously."

"If I have no regrets, then I don't mind what happens from here on out," Hanekoma shrugged, folding his hands behind his back. "He who fears death has regrets, right? Or some cliched phrase like that. If I'm erased, I'm erased. I just hope my Soul gets turned into a pretty nifty pin or something."

Joshua shook his head with a small smile. "You'll never change.... except your profession, that is."

"Huh?" Hanekoma blinked, looking back at him.

"You see, I was considering erasing you. Shunned from the Angel's plane, all you has is a vibe frequency low enough to live here in the UG. Banned from your home, I figured 'what use is he?'"

"You're such a pal."

"Oh, but I am actually. Because then I realized, there's an opening for Conductor..."

"You're kidding?" Hanekoma interrupted, flabbergasted by this sudden point. Is he going to offer me that position?

"Yes, I am," Joshua laughed, reading Hanekoma like a book. "One thing that makes Shibuya so special is the amount of Imagination their people store. It's artists like CAT that inspire a lot of those people and spark their Imagination. If CAT were to up and vanish, so would a large chunk of Shibuya's originality."

"Conductor, huh... Well, it's got a lot more heavy responsibilities then my last gig, but I'll give it a shot," Mr. H grinned, but suddenly was hit by a realization. "Who's gonna be the new Producer then?"

"Ah, Hanekoma. You see, that's where the real fun begins. The game will continue, yes, but we're going to have a new type of players this round."

"Wait a minute, you can't mean...."

"Hanekoma, welcome to the Angel Game."