Prologue
Blue walls and black chains filled his vision. A strangely familiar scene, but something felt off. A black door loomed in his vision, and as it approached–
His eyes opened. The ceiling was blue. That was the first thought in his head.
His head spun as he struggled to sit up. The clinking of chains echoed throughout the room. An iron ball, chained to his foot. Not this again.
He got up off the bunk bed he had been lying in, taking in his surroundings. Dragging the iron ball behind him, he moved to the iron bars locking him into his cell, peering out into the azure blue chamber outside.
Nobody?
Confused as he was, he tried the door. To his shock, the bar swung open with ease, making a slight creaking sound as it did so. He hesitated, not knowing what to do. Eventually, he took his first step out of his cell.
Nothing happened.
He took a deep breath, and advanced slowly. He had expected alarms blaring, lights going off, someone shouting at him, but was greeted with cold silence. He shuffled his way to the ebony table in the middle of the chamber with difficulty, keeping his guard up the entire way.
When he reached the table, there was only one piece of parchment on it, with one singular word written on it.
Trickster.
Ren Amamiya started awake. His head lay on his office desk where he had been working the previous night. Getting up, he yawned loudly, and stared blearily at the mess of papers on his desk. Scratching his head, he began to shuffle his way to the bathroom, deftly avoiding the sleeping Morgana as he did so.
Just as the door closed, his phone lit up.
"Hello. My name is Emma."