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Episode 28

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【Yumi Hara】 In the rain 【Corpse Party Blood Drive】 【Eng Lyrics】

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Dies irae - Animation OST: disce libens

PART 1

Sachiko Shinozaki—The White.

Born July 19, 1946.

She was the White Queen to her malevolent counterpart's Red Queen.

It was like the comparison between the two of them was drawn from the story of Alice in Wonderland, written by the late Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better known by his pen name Lewis Carroll.

The White Sachiko, the good counterpart, the representation of the white queen chess piece, the one who had lived a full and long life through the times after losing her beloved big brother, tried her best to find him with the little resources that she had even long after her parents passed away. The disappearance of her big brother, of one Touya Otohime—the name that she knew Touma Kamijou by, left a major hole in the family.

She tried to find him, in every way she could. But all turn to naught as the young boy, Touya Otohime, was someone that never existed in this world, as if he did not belonged in this world. When magic and science advanced, so did her knowledge of the situation. And that was when she realized that she couldn't find him. Not now, not as of this time. As she searched and searched, taking counsel from detectives and experts in the field, she realized something the more she learned about her big brother.

Her brother was a time traveller and a traveller from beyond the normal world. From the pictures that she had gathered, she always one way or another spots a picture or a hint or a story of her big brother. Some of them were about his exploits in what she now knew to be a Test from on high, some were of adventures from a Lonely God ("The Doctor") and other companions from one different point in time ("Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa") and in other worlds ("Kyon, Sota Mizushino, and Lelouch vi Britannia"), and some were of his own adventures in his free time, either by himself or with someone else.

Her beloved big brother had touched the history of her world, of DCMK Earth-Prime, in a way that she hadn't realized. Her big brother was a hero. And she knew that she could not find him for fear of tampering with the timeline and corrupting the very meeting that she had with him long ago when she was a very young girl.

And so, she could not...she had to let her big brother go...she had to...

And she needed to find a way to conceal herself from the world as she too knew that she could not be found out by anyone. She concealed herself from the rest of the world and spent the rest of her elderly years in Beika, the same neighborhood where many important things began, the same neighborhood where her big brother's best friend and a famous detective and superhero that would be known in the future, would be born.

Being in a place of significance, she simply observed quietly from the shadows as she sees with her own eyes a very young Touma Kamijou along with a very young Shinichi Kudo. She cried softly in the corner, with no one else needing to see, and ensured that she remained unseen. She couldn't meet up with him. She could not. It would tarnish the very meeting that she had with him as a child.

It was more than enough that she would see him one more time. At least, before the end, as she had no idea where and when death would come for her. Even before this, she had randomly encountered him several times, in some cases, even bumping into him. But she knew that she needed to flee, for she did not know whether this version of her big brother was from some time before he even meets her or from some time after but he no longer remembers her. Not wanting to take the risk, she flees, but she wasn't obvious in her fleeing. She was very good at hiding her pain, her sorrow, and everything else.

As she lay down in her comfortable bed, she died peacefully without any warning. It wasn't cancer or anything. It was just...natural... As if it were just a breeze upon the wind that blew and then it is no more. Death comes to most of all eventually. It is likened to a thief in the night. Just as Sachiko had long accepted that she shouldn't meet up with her big brother, so she long accepted that she cannot meet with her big brother. She died alone, sometime in her fifty-ninth age, on July 19, 2005. All with no one important knowing her passing.

That was the way of things.

"...!"

Except...she did not die...

She was instead, both body and soul, transported to somewhere else. With her body and soul renewed, she now has the appearance of a young woman in her 20s. How was this possible? Perhaps it was about the principle of adaptation? An afterlife could have such rules after all.

But this was not the afterlife...

It was a world cut off from the main reality, an impossible future of her world, one where she saw terrible things. Things like the skies clapping with crimson thunder and the once bluish heavens with fluffy white clouds were replaced by colors of red. She saw spirits roaming free, an unnatural omen of death spreading through the air. She saw deceased corpses eating deceased corpses. She sees the once mighty modern towers of civilization fall. If there were any survivors here, there were none as far as she can be made aware of. And the more she saw, the more she realized that she was in some way responsible. Or rather, it was the work of none other than a malicious time remnant from a timeline that never was.

It was Sachiko Shinozaki—The Red.

The moment Sachiko came to this impossible future by chance upon the moment of her passing from the normal part of reality, she started regaining certain memories of this Red Sachiko...and she was horrified and sobbed greatly, looking at both of her hands. She felt the raw pain, the sheer unadulterated madness, the grief of never truly belonging, the eternal loneliness of someone that had lived for so long and repeated her birthday party with nothing new to add.

A Corpse Party...

That was the main problem that had been thrust upon White Sachiko. As time goes by, she regains specific memories from her red counterpart. All of them, from every timeline, from every alternative dimension, from every parallel choice. She saw the dead, she saw the dark magicks that threaten reality, she saw the Pillars of the Six Demons arise from their slumber as reality was torn and the boundaries between life and death were now shattered beyond repair.

At this point, she could not help but cry as she saw the horrible atrocities and the experiential endless painful loops that her red counterpart had made to this and every other world. Dark and potential futures. Accursed are these as the damned thrived and walked upon the earth. A horrible blasphemy against goodness and benevolence. All of this, her red counterpart had caused.

The troubling fact remains that this red counterpart was her. Or rather, what she should have become. But her beloved big brother refused to let that happen. She was spared from the cycle of fate that bounded her to Nirvana. The cycle was broken in one part, but not in whole. There was still much that needed to be done before Heavenly Host would cease to be and everything would turn back to the way things were supposed to be.

She was in Hell. A Hell on Earth. She could not leave this plane, not without help at least. But who can help her in this plane of reality?

"Oh dear /return...This doesn't look good at all /return..."

As if GOD were answering her prayer, there was the presence of an unnatural being that managed to penetrate through this prison, this dark future that she was stuck from and could not move an inch.

She turns from her back to look and sees...a young girl, about fourteen, with a school summer uniform that looked disheveled and bloody, short brown hair, and unrefined military goggles on her forehead that had a few stains of blood. But there was something strange about her that White Sachiko can detect.

She wasn't human.

In fact, she felt more as if she was an entity from beyond the borders. Sachiko can tell as much due to her natural spiritual affinity to sense things that are out of the norm.

She looks at the girl walking towards her, somewhere on the right and near the edge of the ruined building that they were both standing on, and raises her right hand with narrowed eyes, observing the smoky distances.

"No /return. The fact remains that this world is threatening even the network /return. This world feels like one penetrating computer virus that is spreading its influence across several systems (universes), including my own /return. The Code Red (Red Sachiko) is rather clever of a hacker /return, wiggling her way straight into another similar network from my own /return. But /backspace, I managed to at least hijack one of the other network's clone sisters and use it for my body /return. Although, I would think that this decomposed body is something that I am not fond of even remembering," the girl muttered softly as if lost in deep thought, with concerned and narrowed eyes.

"...Who...Who are you?" Sachiko asked the girl in front of her with a polite tone, knowing by instinct that this person in front of her can be trusted and is a somewhat benevolent force that appeared to her to be likened to a hivemind of individuals, all bright and full of lifeforce, an oddity.

The girl turned around and smiled sadly. "Who am I /escape? A good question /return. I...I suppose that you could say that I'm an old friend of Kamijou Touma /return, although he doesn't recognize me as he is now /return..."

"What do you mean?" Sachiko asked.

"Perhaps I can simply just show you /return. May I /escape?" the girl asked for permission, raising her hands.

Sachiko, after thinking deeply about the matter, decided to allow the girl permission and raised her own hands towards the outstreteched hands. The moment they connected however...

"...!"

Is something that made Sachiko feel various mixtures of emotions ranging from curiosity, surprise, joy, awe, anger, dismay, and other positive and negative traits that all centered upon one single topic.

Touma Kamijou.

She was seeing his life, the original life that he was supposed to lead, the life that never had him meeting her. She felt depressed and cried inwardly as she realized ultimately what she was seeing. It was the pure timeline, the timeline riddled without any interference, memories of things that used to be. And the girl that was standing in front of her...

She was the Will of the Whole Misaka Network.

She had seen this timeline because this was her native timeline. This was Touma Kamijou's original universe. It was a universe whose main event started upon a certain nun with forbidden books. It leads the familiar spiky-haired boy to conflicts that are not of his own. Magic and science, he stands on the edge of the precipice. He has walked through the valley of the shadow of death, experienced misfortune at a very young age and was hated by nearly everyone around him; seen a genocide of clones made from the DNA of a powerful esper whose network was born from the first sign of a clone's life; seen through a world conflict that ended in a matter of a few days; seen through an Infinite Hell created by a powerful Magic God connected with Norse Mythology; seen through and denied the proposal of being a 'Scorer' of a few higher beings that hid from the rest of the World; seen through the conflict between the Founder of Thelema and the Great Demon of Enochian Lore; seen through a girl with a powerful and dangerous ability, with a connection to Alice in Wonderland and is part of a group of Transcendents—a group of potent magicians with differing powers, capable of either destroying or changing the world; and a few others too long to list out.

This was Touma Kamijou's Original Timeline. The Original Timeline of ACMI Universe-Prime.

And she saw a very different Touma Kamijou from the one that she was used to, cut and divided in half as if by eras due to the loss of memory as a pair of potent feathers garnered the reaction. The era that was divided between Pre-Memory Loss and Post-Memory Loss. Each of them is part of the same person, although the person himself struggles for a time to reconcile such things.

At that moment, Sachiko...cried...

Because she knew that this would have been her beloved big brother's fate had not other circumstances happened...

This was supposed to be his life...This was his destiny...

But...she didn't want it...

She didn't want to live in a world where she wouldn't have met her big brother. Otherwise, she would have ended up just like her red counterpart, sad and alone, nothing but a malevolent spirit that desired the destruction of everything around her...until what? Until everyone is dead? No, she refused to become this person, to become like her red counterpart.

As there were tears, there was also comfort as Will, the girl who is showing her all of these memories of long ago from the girl's perspective, was wiping her tears with a sad, empathetic smile on her face.

"I came here seeking for your help /return," Will answered. "You are the only one with the power that I need to break down Code Red's illusions /return. Will you help me /escape?

Sachiko didn't hesitate. In her tears, there was resolve. Perhaps the memories of her beloved big brother's original life had helped her? Perhaps it was the memories of her other self coming down upon her and is now her own? Whatever the case, this was for her big brother. She knew that her red counterpart wouldn't leave her beloved big brother alone. She knew that the other women of her older brother's life would be targetted.

But she would not let this stand any longer.

"Yes, I accept," she said with resolved steel and full of tears.

And thus, a plan was formed between two people who are close to one Touma Kamijou.

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IN Stage 3 Theme: Nostalgic Blood of the East ~ Old World (Re-Extended)

PART 2

Claire Redfield and Sayaka Ooue were walking on an abandoned road filled with rusted automobiles. Claire keeps shooting every zombie that she can manage to pick off from the head in perfect pinpoint accuracy, drawing out her years worth of experiences from Racoon City and beyond when fighting against these types of creatures that should just have stayed dead.

How long have they been running? Who knows at this point?

There were at least thirty of the decomposed bastards that were blocking the bridge between this and the other road that they had just run from.

"Damn it, more of them," Claire said, raising her left hand to gently push Sayaka back as she sees the horde slowly walking towards them.

They appeared to be surrounded from all sides with no hope of escape. Claire raised his gun from the front and from the back. All she sees were zombies coming closer to them. She fires, one round at a time. But she worries. She doesn't have much in the way of ammo at this point last she check so she conserves it to save it with the nearest approximate zombies that were near them. She focuses naturally on the front side as that was their only route of escape.

Sayaka was terrified as she grabbed onto Claire, hearing the ringing sound of the gun being fired which made her twitch. She wasn't really much of a fan of gunshots as they are quite loud and irritating to the ears. Real life and movies that depict gunshots are quite different, especially when the former has you quite close to it that you would need to cover your ears as there is no lowering sound system to help you with that.

But the gun sound was the least of her problems right now. They're basically surrounded and have no hope of escape. How can they possibly survive something like this? They can't honestly run from these things forever!

But the question to that answer...

"...!"

...Was something that came with the sound of a gunshot. Actually, it was the sound of rapid gunshots that came out from some kind of revolver. And they all picked off every single zombie that was covering their route of escape straight from the head in pinpoint accuracy, and they would see...

"Yo! Need any help, sensei?"

It was a young man wearing a brown shirt that is accentuated with a blue WWII trenchcoat, blue jeans, and white shoes. And he was carrying a pair of revolvers from both of his hands. He smiled with a confident smirk, but was also one of relief. He appears a bit messy, with green and red colors splashed onto his clothing. It appeared that he had been through a very great ordeal.

"What the? Kyon!" Claire smiled, recognizing the young man who was there standing on the pile of rotten corpses.

"And as I live and breathe, Ooue Sayaka, Shinichi-san's been looking for you by the way," Kyon said.

"Eh? Shinichi?" Sayaka dashed towards Kyon, hearing the sound of Shinichi's voice. Claire was following close behind. "Where? Where is Shinichi?" she asked, grabbing onto his coat, her sense of worry taking over considering that Shinichi isn't here. She knew that he can handle himself just fine, but to be in a place like this, it made her still concerned for the high school teenager turned kid who is a cape crusader by night.

Kyon sighed heavily. At the same time, he was aiming his left revolver at the undead that were heading for the bridge. He managed to pick several of them off one by one. "Honestly, I'm not too sure myself. We got separated due to an earthquake. Next minute I knew, I was fighting for my life."

"Kyon, are there any other people with you before you separated aside from Shinichi?" Claire asked, concerned.

"Yeah," Kyon confirmed. "There's Touma-san, there's Sota-san, there's Lelouch, there's the Doctor, a past him who has the Edwardian look and demeanor; long story, a couple of students and a teacher from Kisaragi Academy that has a connection with Touma-san, and one information broker by the name of Niwa Aiko."

"Eh? Aiko-chan! She ended up here too?!" Sayaka widened her eyes, recognizing her friend.

"Wait? A past Doctor? And all five of you are here? Well, this situation just got even more complicated," Claire muttered, knowing just how much trouble Team TARDIS in general tends to get involved in. And there were a lot of those. She supposed that this was one of those days.

"Discuss later, right now we need to book it," Kyon said.

"No need to tell me twice," Claire said.

And so, every single one of them begins to head north and dashed for their lives.

However...

"What the hell!" Kyon cursed as he noticed several shots being fired at them.

He would see luminescent figures, all torn-off clothing and vengeful looking as if they were ready for battle, with red eyes. Their uniforms were very recognizable, known to belong to the Imperial Japanese Military of World War II. And they were using their old rifles to pick them off.

"The hell! First zombies, now ghosts!" Claire said in frustration as she tried to duck from the few volleys that were fired.

"Claire-sensei, I'll handle these ghosts, just save your ammo when you need them and run like hell! You too, Sayaka-chan!" Kyon exclaimed as he begins to fire his revolver at the ghostly apparitions. Each bullet that landed on the vengeful ghost had an effect on them as yellow energy was present, making the ghostly apparitions reeled in pain due to the hallowed nature of the bullet, and they would eventually evaporate into mere nothing.

"So, are you more than aware of your mission?"

Sachiko Shinozaki—The Red.

Born July 19, 1946.

She was surrounded by two pairs of Japanese WWII ghost soldiers armed with bayonet rifles, standing guard. From her back turned as she watches the chaos from below where she sees one of her beloved big brother's friends and two women, she was at the same time speaking with someone who was a few meters nearby.

It was a man with greyish-blonde hair covered with a red barret hat and was wearing a military uniform, wearing a protective vest and tight black boots. From his belt, there were a couple of grenades and even a holster for his guns and knives.

It was a man who had...well, a certain turbulent history with a man named Leon Scott Kennedy, coming from the same universe as the latter. He was an experienced soldier within the United States Army, having led many successful operations. During his days off, Krauser often participated in mercenary work, as he felt that he cannot function within normal society and thus believed that combat situations and being in the military is what gave his life meaning.

Of course, he was also the man who had worked for one of, if not the most wanted man (Albert Wesker) in his universe in order to procure a sample from a dangerous ancient plague. Leon had killed him with ease after their final fight and confrontation in a certain large ruined old fortress.

"Yeah, I get you," Jack Krauser, the man who was once Leon's friend turned enemy, said with a serious nod. "You want me to handle a few people in exchange for my freedom and getaway ticket from the afterlife, you got yourself a deal. Besides..." he grabbed his military combat knife that reflected his serious face. "I've always wanted to settle the score that I had with an old friend who's trapped here as the rest."

"I knew that I could count on you then. Hmmm," Sachiko giggled as she smirked with malice.

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ED Song:

【ARTERY VEIN】Confutatis no Inori (Full Version)【CP Blood Covered】【Eng Lyrics】

Main Companion Protagonists:

Kyon - VA: Tomokazu Sugita

Main Ally Characters:

Future Sachiko Shinozaki/White Sachiko - VA: Ikue Ōtani

The Will of the Whole Misaka Network - VA: Rina Satou

Main Enemy Characters:

Sachiko Shinozaki/Red Sachiko - VA: Ikue Ōtani

New Characters:

Jack Krauser - A: Jim Ward