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Episode 5

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Corpse Party - Shangri-La - Romaji and English Lyrics

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Corpse Party: Blood Covered OST - Chapter 3's Main Theme (Extended)

"Right, thank you for your call, Marshal Butcher, I'll take care of everything else."

Councilman Max Walker—O5-12—an old man in his senior years but not too old as he appeared to look young even with his age. Grey hair and hazel brown eyes. His facial appearance is sometimes described as either Harrison Ford in reference to the known actor or the former President James Marshall of DCMK Earth-Prime or other look-a-like individuals which was turned into an inside joke. He wears a black business suit which was the standard uniform for those who were working on practically one of the most powerful inter-multiversal organizations on the face of the Multiverse.

The SCP Foundation.

As of now, he was sitting on his office chair, hanging up his official call that came from a member of the Knights of the Covenant, specifically the third-highest rank among the order, who decided to call him about an urgent situation that requires his full immediate attention and give him and the Foundation a heads up as this situation seems to apply to their resume and jurisdiction. And it seems to relate to that of Heavenly Host.

Speaking of Heavenly Host, he knew that there was an agent among the Foundation that once attended Kisaragi Academy, the replacement for Heavenly Host, as a high school student years before he got recruited. Perhaps to his good judgment, he would need to call for him specifically as he is related to one of the Nine that is currently trapped in the hellish landscape that seems to be dragging unsuspecting innocent civilians without discrimination of age or rank or status. And this incident didn't seem to be isolated if the official data that was provided to him on his holographic screen was anything to go by.

He grabs a phone and begins to dial a number. A few rings later and the operator came up.

"Sir?"

"Hello, Alison. Can you get Agent Mikuni to my office for me please?"

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

Agent Tsukasa Mikuni.

A young man in his early twenties, with medium-length orange hair with two long strands covering his face and light purple eyes. He wears the standard uniform of a Men In Black (MIB) Division Agent which was a black business suit; all black except for the white-collar shirt.

Right now, he was concerned as to why he was called here specifically by an O5 Council Member this time. He noticed that his boss's expression was quiet, serious, and empathetic, a kind of expression that shows something important enough that made Agent Mikuni stand in full attention.

"Agent Mikuni, I've read and reviewed from the files that you once attended Kisaragi Academy when you were in your high school years, correct?"

"Yes, sir," the agent nodded respectfully, speaking in English.

"Then..." Councilman Walker paused for a moment. Then he resumed. "Are you aware of a young woman by the name of Yui Shishido?"

"?! Yes, sir. Why?! Is she in any danger?!" the agent asked, concerned at the fact that the woman that he had harbored feelings for since high school was abruptly mentioned by an O5.

Councilman Walker breathes in and out in a heavy manner, wanting to break the ice as simple and carefully as he possibly can. "Yes, son. But it isn't just her but eight others as well, all of them in fact coming from the same school that you once attended. Based on the latest call that I have with Marshal Butcher of the Covenant, apparently, they are all part of some kind of prophecy that would deal with the literal end of the world, or in this case, the end of several universes and plunging it into total chaos as the dead of all sorts roam the public city streets and corners undeterred, and this is but one part of it. As of now, Elite Knight Gilead Burgundy has been sent to the dimension where Ms. Shishido and her students, nine individuals in total, are currently held captive in a hostile dimension and it apparently relates to some kind of innocent charm called Sachiko Ever After."

"Sachiko Ever After?" Agent Mikuni asked, not having heard of such a thing. But why did he feel as if there was something definitively wrong with that? It was like a part of him was gone and had just been found.

"I'm not surprised that you don't know of it despite living near Tenjin. Hell, many of our tech-boys have reason to believe that anything relating to that charm and the subject or one in control of it has a type of memetic effect where one can swiftly forget the information almost as if it never transferred to the senses. At least, that effect seems to apply for the past forty-two years back in your world and possibly even longer with several other worlds. The reason why I called you is that I have a personal mission that I would assign to you which relates to the rescuing of Ms. Shishido and her students."

"Of course, sir. What must I do?" Agent Mikuni asked, out of concern for the nine individuals, especially the teacher among them. For he'd be damned before anything would harm her.

It was one normal day for Division of Security Operations (DSO) Special Agent Leon Scott Kennedy.

No, wait...

Scratch that...

It's far from normal at this point...

He was honestly just strolling around the White House with not a care in the world. He had just met up with the President and was exchanging a casual greeting. Afterward, he just simply walked around and admired the different pictures and furniture as he had nothing else better to do aside from contemplating both the good and the bad of his life. Namely his never-ending battle with bioweapons. Yes, there was some hope from outside sources that should not be named, but there was a certain point to it. Nevertheless, he will continue to keep fighting to his very last breath if only to ensure that his world is safe from bioterrorism and threats like it.

And then...

The next moment, he ended up somewhere in an abandoned classroom.

He looks around the place and sees dilapidated wooden floors like they haven't been repaired for nearly a decade or two. The color of the room itself was pitch black. He slowly walks towards a nearby desk and inspects it. It was rusted and worn away. The same could be said of the other desks. Wherever here was, Leon knew that he wasn't at the White House anymore.

Pulling out his communicator in order to contact his FOS—Ingrid Hannigan—pressed a button, only to get no confirmed signal. And the only thing that he could hear was just static which was adding to the eeriness of this particular room.

"("No signal, huh. Great.")"

Disappointed, he placed his communicator back in its case that was attached to the part of his brown leather weapon holsters.

"("Well, no use standing around here. I better take a look around this place and try to find a way out.")"

He looked to a nearby window and heard the sounds of thunder rumbling across the skies. He walked near to the window and tried to open it, only for it to fail. It was almost as if it was like a decoration that was on display and not something to be touched. He checked the wall and found a note that was some kind of old newsletter of sorts. It read:

"Heavenly Post: Serial kidnappings result in murder. after weeks of searching police have changed the case from missing to murder. Authorities will continue the investigation and give more details when clues are found. April 7th, 1974."

Leon blinked.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me..."

Time travel...

It just had to be time travel...

Didn't he have had enough of that with the Doctor before?

Actually, this weird situation just speaks 'Doctor' in a nutshell. But wait a minute, Leon thought. He shouldn't jump to conclusions now. Yes, the date seems off, but he needs to establish his mind with something more concrete than just a mere date. In fact, he didn't even know what was going on. For all he knew, he was deep beneath hostile territory and it is something that he needed to keep in mind off. Dark places and haunted halls were something that would get the agent's attention especially since this had been discussed before.

"("Either time travel or ghost hauntings. Probably both or none at all. Either way, I should probably check more of this place for a way out.")"

He would draw out his handgun—Sentinel Nine—designed for the dedicated usage of the DSO as a high-performance handgun, very reminiscent of the SIG Sauer P226 E2, used by the Navy SEALs, which allows it to be fired accurately in extreme temperatures. But then he recalled that this is an elementary school. Well, an abandoned elementary school, but an elementary school nonetheless. There may be the distinct possibility that there are children roaming around the place. Holding a gun like what he's doing could probably scare the children if there were even such around.

"("Better safe than sorry, I suppose.")"

And so, he would remove the flashlight from the handgun and put it back in the holster. Then he would use the flashlight just like a normal flashlight, even though it was small, it was bright enough to shine ahead so that he could see where he was going.

Finally, in a deep breath, Leon moved his right foot forward and began walking down these pitch-black halls. After about seven steps remaining, Leon noticed a red thick liquid that seemed to have marks indicating something was dragged. Upon further analysis, Leon was shocked to realize that this red liquid was blood—human blood—and it was fresh. Not just that but there appeared to be a large amount too. Crouching down investigating the marks carefully he noticed the blood trail leading down the hall he was walking in, it was even in the direction he was walking.

Leon narrowed his eyes.

Something in his gut was telling him that this didn't feel right.

He would turn off the flashlight and draw his handgun, attaching said flashlight back and making himself ready. Breathing for a moment, he walked forward in light footsteps, careful not to make too much noise as he now realized that he was definitely in enemy territory.

He honestly hoped to God that it wasn't a ghost. Otherwise, his weapon is practically useless and he would have to improvise.

Secondly, he honestly hoped to God that it wasn't children. It was way too close to home for an American like Leon whose country was well known for school shootouts back in the day, and the same could be said from other Earths he supposed.

Thirdly, he would need to take note of this when a report comes up for him to deliver to his superiors. Or if this were truly a supernatural threat as much as Leon feared, the SCP Foundation is gonna have to be brought in for this particular situation as this one would be way in over everyone's heads.

He walks a few steps to a nearby staircase. It was quiet. Too quiet. There was a candle that was simply lit up from around the corner turning from the west. He narrowed his eyes.

"("A candle? Somebody must be here? Gonna have to keep my guard up then.")"

He walks forward, careful in his steps.

Soon after, the agent spotted a shadow in the distance, it was on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood. This moment was suspicious, so just in case his hand gripped his gun handle while it was still in the holster. In the meantime, he slowly clicked the button, showing the light coming from the flashlight, and aimed the beam of light at the shadow. At that moment, Leon lets go of his gun as he realized that it was a dead body. Immediately, he ran to it and crouched down to get a better observation. Upon closer view, he noticed it was the body of a school student. It was a male and the corpse has several stab wounds in one area of his gut and his intestines were hanging out like they were pulled, but the body was decaying and still decomposing, the smell was putrid enough for him to notice. He noticed a student ID card sticking out of one of the wounds and checked on it.

Hirachi High School

Takuya Kinami

Age: 17

Rising to his feet, Leon was shocked as he read the ID. It was a Japanese student.

Was he somewhere in Japan?

Over the years, being a DOS Agent along with classified and need-to-know experiences, Leon knew how to speak Japanese since he had done some work in Japan before. So if he was really in Japan he could talk to anyone that was still around the place. Although, judging by the state of this building, he mostly doubted that he could actually find anywhere in this dark corridor.

"Not a pretty sight, isn't it?"

Leon, shocked, would grab his gun and turned in the other direction, aiming straight at the direction where the voice was uttered.

"...!"

What he found however was a very familiar face with grim features. A young sixteen-year-old man with brown hair and blue eyes. He appeared to be 6'1' in terms of height. He noticed that the young man was wearing a Japanese school gakuran uniform.

"What the-" Leon lowered his gun, muttering softly in surprise and concern. "Gilead?"

"Hey, Leon," Gilead smiled sadly. "I guess that you got dragged into this as much as anyone else now."

"Dragged? What exactly have I been dragged to? And more importantly, what are you doing here, Gilead?"

"Not here," Gilead's tone became serious which brought Leon's attention. He noticed the young man looking back and forth before settling in towards Leon. "We need to keep moving. Follow me and keep quiet. And oh wait, before that," he turned towards the gun that he was carrying. He muttered a prayer as he raise his hands together as if in blessing. "Domine Deus, oro pro tutela et beati hujus armimonii, quod esset propter gloriam tuam, Amen. ("Lord God, I pray for Your protection and blessed this armament that would be used for your glory, Amen.")"

Rays of light would shine brightly on Gilead's hands, red and pale blue, which would bless the handgun that Leon was carrying. Eventually, the light would subside as Gilead's hands return to normal.

"What did you do?" Leon asked, curious.

"I blessed your handgun, Leon. Now you can harm the supernatural with that weapon, ghosts or otherwise. Now come on, I'll explain things on the way, but we should keep quiet and stay low. This place is full of death traps."

Somewhere on top of a building was the Batsignal.

It was lightening the grey skies of the night, giving rise to a Bat-emblem that has a classic well-known aesthetic look: a combination of graceful curves and sharpened details of the outline.

Standing quietly was Commissioner James Worthington "Jim" Gordon who was putting his hands to his inner pockets. He was wearing his signature dark brown trenchcoat, brown suit, red tie, a gun holder that was strapped to his chest, carrying two modified Desert Eagle staser pistols, and a GCPD logo that is to be found on the shoulders.

"You wanted to see me, Jim?"

He turns around and finds a tall intimidating figure wearing a bat costume standing near to him. Back in the day, he used to get spooked every single time this figure does this. Nowadays, after literally everything he had seen, he'd just shrug this off and treat this like normal, only raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

He sighed as he looks at the door, seeing a young Japanese man with medium-length orange hair with two long strands covering his face and light purple eyes with arms crossed, carrying a sense of grimness in light of the situation.

"We finally have a lead on the missing children, Batman. In fact, I think that your nephew is already unknowingly on the case right now along with the rest of the Jack of All Trades and the Doctor if what the Foundation agent right behind had told me was anything to go by. This is big, Batman. More than even I can handle. Something about some kind of restless ghost that has taken dozens and dozens of children for decades by now on several worlds aside from just Gotham, and no one seems to know of it. Records seemingly disappearing along with the entire existence of the persons in question, people forgetting who their own kids are, and a whole bunch of other weird crap. If you asked me, this sounds like a job for one of your Justice League Dark members instead of your average cop or military," Commissioner Gordon explained in a grim tone.

The figure—Batman said. "I see." He turned towards the agent who was standing there. He walked a few paces toward him and speaks to him. "I suppose that you are the agent that was sent here to deliver the necessary information."

"Yes, sir," the young agent—Agent Tsukasa Mikuni—said with respect and a nod. Then he salutes him. "Agent Tsukasa Mikuni, reporting for duty, sir. MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") are ready and are awaiting your command. We're going to the source behind all of this and are now standing by for a dimensional breach."

Batman nodded. "Wait here then, I will have to get my other suit for this particular job, and then I would have to make contact with another person who I think can help us with this case seeing as this is his jurisdiction."

"General Constantine, sir?" Agent Mikuni uttered respectfully.

Batman only nodded.

"So that's what's going on then."

Leon spoke softly as he held his gun tightly and efficiently as they walked down another corridor, this time being that the walls have huge decayed holes which lead farther down.

"That's right, which is why we need to find the Jack of All Trades and the Nine, probably both in short order. Knowing my Marshal, I bet that he had already made contact with the Foundation and is about to deliver an MTF squad specifically designed to deal with this particular issue," Gilead explained.

"Are they gonna send in the Ghostbusters?" Leon said, subtly cracking an inside joke based on the on-the-nose title of the specific MTF.

"Probably," Gilead smiled knowingly.

And then came a rumbling sound...

An instance of seismic activity was felt all around the place which has the two individuals on edge.

"An earthquake," Leon muttered softly. "If what you told me was anything to go by, I'd say that another random group of people had just been dragged through here just to await their deaths that they would never see coming."

"Sucks right?" Gilead said grimly. "We should keep moving."

They passed by a few corridors, seeing dead body after dead body that was decayed and left unburied, showing the true state behind the subtle horror and evil that plagues this dimension.

"Kyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

Instantly, both Gilead and Leon would sprint into action as they headed towards the direction of the scream which was coming from a distance, in the straight direction they were going. The run seemed endless like they were going down an endless hallway with no ending point, but after a minute or two, they eventually spotted someone from the distance.

A teenage girl of average height and below-average weight. She has desaturated turquoise eyes and medium short wavy grayish-brown hair. She wears two pink hair accessories on both sides of her hair. Said girl would inadvertently almost bump into Leon, only for him to dodge as the girl slipped from around the floorboard, a grunt of pain being heard from her mouth as she rubbed her head.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

She would slowly turn to the right and what she found were two individuals who were staring at her. She would have screamed were it not for the fact that she noticed that she had almost bumped into someone who is very much alive.

Leon, feeling sorry for the poor girl, would raise his right hand to help the girl get up. He spoke in almost perfect Japanese with an American accent. "Easy, you're safe."

"Wh-Who are you?" the girl asked, her voice holding a slight tone of fear in it that was understandable to the two individuals.

"Leon S. Kennedy, a special agent from the USA. This young man to my side is an old friend of mine, Gilead Solomon Burgundy. Don't worry, we're here to help."

As he introduced himself, the girl's eyes would flash with a flicker of hope, lightening up after facing the traumatic darkness for what amounted for the past few hours. She would accept Leon's hand as she slowly gets lifted off of the ground.

"R-Really? The USA? Then that means that both of you can help me and my other friends!" the girl responded.

"That's why we're here, jou-chan," Gilead spoke simply with a smile.

"So what's your name? asked Leon.

"Yamamoto Mitsuki, I'm a senior at Byakudan High School."

"Mitsuki-san huh? Do you know what's going on here?" asked the agent.

Mitsuki shook her head. "No, I just woke up here after I did this ritual with a few friends."

"Let me guess, the Sachiko Ever After," Gilead spoke grimly.

"Y-Yes," Mitsuki said with a nod as she grabbed something from her pocket. It appeared to look like a ripped-off paper reminiscent of a part of a doll, if they could guess, all crumpled.

"I see," Leon said as he took note of this.

"Jou-chan, why don't you come with us for now? You're better off with us really than whatever shithole this place seems to exhume," Gideon said with a reassuring smile.

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ED Song:

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

New Characters:

Councilman Max Walker - A: Harrison Ford

Operator Alison DeVoe - A: Monica Murray

Agent Tsukasa Mikuni (SCP Foundation) - VA: Nobuhiko Okamoto

Leon Scott Kennedy - A: Matthew Mercer

Commissioner James Worthington "Jim" Gordon - A: Jonathan Banks

Bruce Wayne/Batman - A: Kevin Conroy

Mitsuki Yamamoto - VA: Haruka Tomatsu