A/N: Alright, did you all enjoy the double header of chapters to open up this story? I've made so much progress with my writing of future chapters as well as the outlines. I need to actually dedicate time towards the planning of the 2nd half of the story, however.

Chapter 3

04/11

At long last, after what felt like a short spring break, it was time to go back to school one more time. He spent many days working on his new home that he had little time to truly relax. Or at least, it didn't feel like he had enough time. His mother wished him well as he was ready to depart, grabbing his bag and departing for the Elevator. The uniform was more colorful now. It used to be a general cliche suit, but now it was a Navy blue blazer, with a striped blue and white necktie, and black slacks completed the look. He wasn't sure if he pulled off the color... Naoto certainly fits this more in his mind.

The path to his school is not complicated in the slightest. He need only take the train station he frequents and go down to the first stop, on the other side of Roppongi facing Aoyama-Itchome's direction. Once he had arrived, a short walk was all that was needed as he entered the school district. Flocks of young men and women in blue would arrive at the vicinity every minute. The new school year was here. Souji spotted the front of the school after another minute of walking; a pristine, well maintained white building with a blue roof. The center was the tallest section, reminding him of a Christian church structure like those you see in Kanda. He didn't slow down as he walked up the school steps, teachers out and inside the entrance of the school, greeting their students. As he entered, he found himself immediately stopped by a teacher.

"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be the re-transferred student, Souji Seta, would you?" It was a middle aged woman, with brown hair and darker brown eyes. Her hair was bunned up and well kept, she was dressed in a blue business outfit, with a matching skirt past her knees.

"Yes, I am. Do you need something from me?"

"Good, I was afraid I might have missed you already. Can you please come with me to the faculty office? I have some things I'd like you to have now before classes begin. Oh, and we need to update your ID so you can have a student travel pass." She beckoned him to follow along, walking and talking along the way.

Many minutes later, the first bell and the second bell rang, as the teacher from before walked inside classroom 3-A with the Wild Card in tow.

"Everyone, please may I have your attention? Class is now beginning." She would place her books on the podium to get the students to quiet down.

"I am Professor Sasaki, and I will be your homeroom teacher. I shall be your guide for the English Language. But… before we begin, I would like to introduce a transfer student." This news got the students' interest piqued, although some started to recognize him already. "Well, I say transfer student, but he was with the Student Body during your first years. I'll let him introduce himself."

She would step away from the podium to let Souji have the floor for the moment. As he stepped forth, he cleared his throat, the words coming to him immediately compared to before Inaba.

"My name is Souji Seta. I'm glad to be back at Kosei High. I hope our year together goes well." He steps back to give a polite bow, the students who recognize him immediately notice a change in him.

"Thank you, Souji-san. Now… oh! There's an open seat there by the window. Feel free to have that as your spot." Souji would waste no time walking over to his seat and getting prepared for his first day, at the most cliche spot in most high school based settings in fiction. How ironic.

His section was positioned on the right side of the school if you viewed it from the entrance. And of course he was on the third floor. He can't help but wonder what his friends are doing in Yasogami, and how their classes got shaken up.

Hours pass, after lunch break and a long winded assembly to properly begin the first semester, classes would end earlier than usual. Classes properly begin tomorrow as today was just them getting their feet wet, so to speak.

As he was preparing to stand up and depart, someone would immediately speak to him. And ironically, it was the girl closest to his seat, just like last year.

"Heya! You're Souji-kun, right?" Asking such an obvious question already? Souji wanted to roll his eyes.

"Yes. And you are?"

"Oh, I'm Ayame! Ayame Sato! You can call me Ayame. Does my name sound a bit familiar to you?" She gave him a somewhat pleading look. Her long black hair was likely longer than Yukiko's; but in a lone, long ponytail. Her eyes were like his, Silver. Her figure was for sure one Teddie would go mad over, as she was rather fit, but for sure a popular hit amongst the guys thanks to her above average bust.

"...I can't fully recall. I'm sorry; last year where I was, it was so hectic I forgot a lot of people I had in my first year class. Don't take it personally, please." He had a way better demeanor compared to his last time here, but still he could still be straightforward to a fault.

"Oh, I see…" She sounded a bit defeated.

On one hand, he was a bit defensive. This wasn't Inaba, where rumors of him being with Yukiko are no longer a thing that could keep infatuated girls off his back. There was a chance girls might be into him now and he will have to reject them. He felt some uncomfortable stares throughout the day. This girl would just be another on the pile.

"Yo, Ayame! You already trying to go after the transfer student?" Suddenly, another classmate was now in this side of the classroom. But he stood as tall as Souji in terms of height. And he had a kendo shinai inside its bag.

"Katashi, stop! It's not like that! I'm just curious and stuff." Seems like they're friends at least.

"Well, I just wanted to be sure if you wanted to go over to the bookstore like you told me last night."

"Oh, yeah…" She just realized that; the gaze from her friend bothered her. He ruined her chance to make friends with the cooler looking former classmate! "Can you like… be a little more patient?"

Katashi would sigh, realizing she was dead set on this. "Alright, well, go ahead. I'll wait at the front, but don't keep me waiting for an hour or something." He shook his head, heading out the sliding door.

"Okay, so did you need something from me?" He was hoping she wasn't infatuated with him or anything.

"Oh, right! Well, we used to be classmates. Though you sat a bit ahead of me and we never talked. I am… a bit curious as to what your time outside Tokyo was like, is all!"

"You really want to know? You might not like it."

"Mhm! I'm curious about what life is like outside here." Oh, she must have been born and raised here then. A purebred city girl.

"Well, if you really want to know, I was in a town called Inaba. It's between Okina city and Mt. Fuji itself."

"Oh, I think I know where Okina is, but… wait, isn't that where those murders took place? Was it scary?"

"Scary…?" Well, he can't tell her that he solved it… best to act 'normal' here. "A little bit. Others there acted worse than me."

"I bet… well, how about the school? Is it small?" She shifted gears quickly.

"It was alright. Smaller than here, that's for sure."

"Were there any cool sports for girls? Or at least, in general?"

"Um, I think there was a volleyball team? The teams weren't that big to be honest. They barely had enough on the men's basketball team to form a starting lineup and bench. I was on the soccer team."

"Volleyball sounds fun. I don't know if you remember, but our sports are kinda lame. We have the 'traditional' stuff like Kendo and Archery. We're not like Shujin."

"Shujin?"

"Yeah, the 'rival' campus in Aoyama-Itchome. It's all about sports there. Heard they have a great track team, the basketball team is solid, and I think their volleyball team is weak now."

"Huh… didn't know that."

"Mm. Sorry, I probably sound like I'm an infatuated first year." Is she finally becoming aware of his lack of interest?

"Oh, you're fine."

"Mhm, well, I shouldn't keep Katashi waiting… I hope we can talk again and be good friends this time!" She grabbed her bag and bowed, "And I hope I didn't annoy you too much." She passed off a wink before departing. "Goodbye, Souji-kun!" She finally took her leave. She was interesting, to say the least. She was no Chie, that's for sure. Although she was a bit tomboyish…

He opted to head straight home, with there being little need to stick around for now. His trip back home included many stares of intrigue, their eyes piercing through him with fervid curiosity. When he finally boarded the train, he felt his presence blend in with everyone else. He was normal, ordinary. This was for the best. He could only hope this interest wanes with time.

Arriving inside his apartment, he declared his arrival, with his mother coming down the stairs at the same time; pure happenstance in that moment.

"I'm back."

"Welcome home, son. Was Kosei like how you remembered it to be?" She was wearing her reading glasses, black and simple in design.

"I suppose so."

"Excellent. Then you should be able to thrive once more."

"Yes, we shall see." And it falls back to his progress once more. "May I get started on dinner?"

With a nod from his mother, he would go on with the rest of his day, his thoughts once again on his friends in Inaba.

04/15

Sunday; fun day. At least that's what Rise would believe if she actually had time off. Sure, she was free from both school and practice. But her grandma asked her to watch the store! No rest for the weary. Still, it was no good to pout since business was slowing down. She had a chance to sit down for a bit. A good five minutes of no one coming in and then her grandmother returned, asking her to sweep the front of the store and she could go eat and rest up before the evening rush. It was past 1PM so there was plenty of time.

Minutes would pass as she felt the wind support her effort in sweeping the debris away. The spring breeze always felt so nice, even in her stuffy work clothes, and the white handkerchief wrapped above her head and against her hair. But as she lifted her head, she heard footsteps from behind her, from the way of the bookstore. When she turned, a somewhat familiar face was before her.

"Oh, you're Masato-kun! It's been a while." He froze for a second, processing who she was quickly, it seems the celebrity shock hasn't fully run its course!

"Rise-chan! Good afternoon!" His face quickly shifted to a normal, friendlier looking expression in a hurry.

"What brings you here? Shopping for Tofu, hm?" Now was her chance to see what makes him tick! She could figure out what buttons to and not to press against all of her friends. Even Souji had some she discovered, but this person… he was hard to discern.

"I'm here to eat, actually. I have to work at the Inn soon and I was hoping to get something at Aiya's before I head up." Someone like Yosuke would have been teased into buying something on the spot thanks to that silly yet pleading tone she took. He resisted it.

"Aw, I see." Another slow day for Marukyu, it seems.

"Hmm, maybe I'll come by later for some tofu then. I can make something else with it next time."

"Aww, you would do that for me?" Here's where she'll get him!

"Sure. You seem to have a lot of faith in it, so I'll trust you." He wasn't too phased this time. She thought she had him when he mentioned he might buy some, but is he just not interested in girls like her? Kanji is the only other guy to not show any interest in that way.

"Say…" he would trail for a moment, as if gathering his words before presenting them. "Aren't you still working? I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"It's fine. I'm just sweeping a bit before I head out on a break." An idea popped in her head, her body almost jolted. "If it's alright with you, can I join you? If you don't mind waiting for me, that is."

Did he just… get asked to hang out with her? And she was an idol! Would this even be okay…? His mouth almost spoke on instinct, as if he's answered this type of question before, but his right foot slid back a few inches.

"...Sure! I don't mind that at all!" He had to say that without sounding like he was a mess. An idol asking him of all people that… he feared the idea of anyone else knowing this. He wasn't interested in her like that, but the star power was hard to not notice. It's quite the Pickle he finds himself in.

"Great! Let me put this broom away and get cleaned up. You can wait inside if you want."

"Oh, no, it's fine. I'd rather wait out here."

"Hm, suit yourself! I'll be right back!" She had a smile plastered over her face as stepped into the Tofu shop to get ready as quickly as possible, she had more than enough time to get some info out of him! She had genuine curiosity about him beyond his aura. Just what was it about this young man that got Souji-Senpai's attention? But beyond that, she did want him to feel a bit more at ease. She could never shake the feeling he had a guard up; her reason for this was more so intuition than it was based on facts. The way he holds himself up; there is confidence, yet… There is weakness. It's an unnatural blend.

He was scribbling something into a notebook, just putting it away as Rise stepped out, without her concealing white apron and the white cloth previously draped on her hair. All she was left in was her medium length jean-fabric skirt and thin pink sweater.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Masato-kun. Are you ready to go?"

"I sure am; let's go." She would follow the chef's lead down the street to Aiya's. The two would enter, place their orders, and sit at the smaller table together.

Their meal passed in peace, albeit with Rise wanting to try some of his food. And, he was too nervous to try her food despite her pushiness. Looks like she found a crack in his guard. Soon, she would start with her questions as she finished her light meal.

"So, where are you from, Masato-kun?"

"Oh, I'm from, uh, Tokyo." He just finished his drink of water as she posed that question, he would request for some more from the daughter of Aiya, who was actually working inside for once.

"Ooh, just like Senpai! What brings you here of all places?" She cut straight to the heart of the matter. What did bring him here? Inaba is quite a distance from Tokyo.

"Tokyo has many great places, but I heard about the Inn's reputation so I got curious, did some research, and got a job here. I seemed to have impressed the head chef and Yukiko-sama's mother."

"You seem to respect Yukiko-senpai a lot!" She took note of how he addressed her.

"Well, she is my future Boss, so…" His hand rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his black hair, with his eyes closed.

"Haha, that's true…" She kept her smile up; it was so nice talking to someone again as everyone got busy, as she was isolated from her other friends. Kanji and Naoto were in Class 2-2 now and she was all alone in Class 2-3… if she ever had a chance to go. She basically was enrolled in an education system that Orion Record had for its many idols. This helped since many idols either drop out of high school or go to more flexible locations for their education. Rise was in the latter category. But at the rate she was going… she may have to drop out of Yasogami or simply take a more flexible education course in Tokyo. For now, she wanted to stay here.

"Hey, mind if I ask something a little unusual?"

"Sure, go ahead." She had his attention, his glass getting refilled by Aika, the girl moving back to behind the counter as Rise would finally speak what's on her mind.

"You know I'm an idol, yet you talk to me so casually. Most guys our age would be a nervous wreck. But you're more chilled out about it." Not like her Senpai, however. "Aren't you a bit on edge?"

"Oh, trust me, I just have a good poker face is all. It's not every day a cute girl asks to join me for lunch on such short notice." She shook her head at his response playfully, a coy smile on her face. He isn't the first to call her cute, but at least she got that of him.

"Thanks. You're sweet."

"S-Sweet? I wouldn't go that far." There we go. She found the soft spot.

"What's the matter? Never had a girl tease you a little bit?"

"...Not really." He could not lie about that.

"Oh, man. Were you not that popular in high school, Masato-kun?" That stung him.

"Let's just say I kept to myself and my time in the culinary club." He needed to shift topics now, before she dug her nails any deeper into him. "So, are you actually going to be returning to showbiz?"

"Mhm. My time here made me realize how much it meant to me." She started to look away, her brown eyes looking a bit somber. But not because of now, but more so from her reflecting on her past self.

"Did I hit a touchy subject?"

"Oh no, you're fine. Just thinking is all…" She didn't want to bore him with what she learned from her time with everyone. "So I'm actually training again, getting more fit and rehearsing dance routines. Actually, I remember you saying you don't usually listen to my kind of music." A chill went down his spine as her tone changed. "Since you're friends with me now… you going to see my comeback?" That tone was twisting him. He couldn't say no…!

"Sure, I'll go…!" He stiffened up, causing her to giggle immediately. "I, I can't say no, in this situation." He was laughing in between some of his words.

"I'm just teasing you, you know… Heehee, you're funny." His reactions amuse her. Unlike Souji who never was phased by her quirks, or Yosuke's prior infatuation with her, he was much more interesting. He kept some cards close to his chest, sure, but he wasn't interested in Risette, the idol. That wasn't who he met first. He met Rise Kujikawa, the normal girl. And while both sides were her, it always bothered her that people saw the idol over the person.

"I…" He tried to compose himself once more.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to tease you that much."

"It's… okay. I'm just not used to it." He shrugged his head.

As much as she wanted to press for more info, the clock on the wall made realize something.

It was past 2PM.

"Hey, Masato-kun… when did you have to go to work?"

"Oh, at three." He pulled his phone out; 2:26 was the time. "I do need to get going. I'm going to take the bus from here and it'll be here real soon."

Rise pouted, wanting to learn more about him. But this was for the best. Almost like a cliffhanger!

"Here, let me pay for your food. Least I can do for the interesting company you were today." Before she could even try to say anything, he pulled a clean 5,000 yen bill. It looked straight from the press and only just bent from its unknown amount of time in his blue wallet. "Thank you, Rise-chan. Maybe we can talk again sometime." He would rise from his chair and bow, heading over to Aiya himself to pay, getting his change, and coming back to her. "I need to run to make it to the bus stop in time."

"Thank you, Masato-kun. You didn't have to do that, but…"

"Well, what kind of guy would I be for not paying, eh? Especially for a nice person like you."

"Aww." She couldn't help but let her smile slip as she stood. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah, you take care. Goodbye." He would step forth, and exit the restaurant, and then it hit Rise. She never asked for his number. Friends should stay in contact after all. Maybe next time.

4/17

Another day in Kosei has finished. Souji has come to notice some finer details. This school is almost a hundred years old and yet it's maintained so well. As if they use any downtime to take good care of it. It's impressive, the colors around the area, and especially the wing dedicated to the arts such as music and painting. The desks were a bit bigger compared to Yasogami, but the chairs were much more comfy. Souji had been roped into conversations with Ayame, the class beauty who had Archery practice today, but not as had how he got two love letters already. He rejected both, obviously; but the title of "heartbreaker" remains a constant from him. Of course he won't tell them why he rejects them. It's not their business, especially since they're only infatuated with him. Huh… he realizes now how Rise feels about this kind of stuff. And she probably deals with it more. He can only hope she meets more people who see her for who she is, not what she does on a stage.

As he gets up, he can hear a conversation grow louder. It sounds like Katashi is dealing with another student. Although, they don't seem to be unfamiliar with each other.

"C'mon Katashi! Let me join! It's our last year and I always wanted to swing a sword!" The nerd-like boy spoke up first. He was holding Katashi's Bamboo sword in his hands already, and quite poorly.

"Susumu; you're not even serious about it. If you really wanted to join the Kendo club, you would have signed up two years ago."

Souji would walk closer as they were blocking his way out, his presence catching Katashi's attention.

"Yo, Souji. Sorry about that. Let me just get my sword back and I'll be out of your way."

"...He's holding it too loosely." Souji made a rare out of nowhere comment, causing Susumu to flinch and Katashi's brow to twitch. "Hold it too loose and you can lose it and more when against a hard swing. And too tightly… well, you already know."

"...Yo. Souji, you know swordplay?" Now Katashi himself was interested in the transfer student. At first, he felt bad for him because Ayame was all over him with little room to breathe; but now he was on the case. "Was there Kendo in your old school?"

"...Not exactly, but I did learn how to use it." In Katashi's mind, he assumed someone must have taught him the path of the sword. Like some old man stubbornly stuck to the past. Inaba was the rural, out of nowhere location, so surely his fantasy must have some validity to it.

"Yo, Susumu; give him the shinai."

"Wha-But I-!"

"Just do it!" The young man with glasses reluctantly tossed the bamboo sword to Souji's direction, the Wild Card catching it with ease. "Hey, gimme your best Kendo pose. It's okay if you can't do it step for step. I just wanna see something real quick."

Souji's head tilts in regards to the uncertainty of the rare jock's intentions. But he shapes up to what he recalls is the ready position for Kendo. His grip with the sword was perfect. Too perfect. There was an ear to ear grin all over the captain's face.

"Dude… you know how to do it. I can see it. Ain't no way you don't know how to use a sword."

"I've never done Kendo before. And didn't you say you don't recruit third years?"

"True, but… we make exceptions sometimes."

"What the hell, Katashi! Aren't we friends? How's this bumpkin mingling pretty boy got skill, but I don't?"

"Susumu, then you come with me too." Katashi had an opportunity he cannot let pass up. Susumu will have to be an example. Sacrificing his old friend is worth it here, however.

The three would make their way to the gym used for Kendo practice, the captain greeted by many of his partners, until they reached the one in charge.

"Ah, there you are, Katashi. You brought new recruits?"

"Well, one of them I believe is, Yamada-sensei." He could feel Susumu's glare piercing into his spine. "I need to prove a point, and to show you that this guy here is worth adding to the roster despite his age."

"Alright, so who are you both?" Yamada spoke, his gaze now on both newcomers.

"Susumu Watanabe. Same class as Katashi."

"...Souji Seta. Third year in Class 3-A."

"Oh, I see why you're acting this way." Yamada nodded. "So, you brought these two to join? You know we don't accept third years so easily."

"Yes, Sensei. But I can assure you, Souji here knows what he's doing. It's a feeling, but I think he can make for a great member of our team… and maybe even more than that." There was a glimmer in his eye, to which the older looking teacher would laugh heartily.

"Ahahaha! I see now. Alright, then show me what he can do."

"You got it." He would turn to face his classmates. "Alright, you two are with me. We're going to have a makeshift match. I'll explain the rules along the way." Yamada couldn't help himself but be intrigued by these newcomers. He hasn't seen his captain so fired up!

Susumu and Souji wore proper masks, but they were not dressed up like they were supposed to. But each was given a shinai and stood across from one another.

"Seta! Watanabe! I shall be your main judge. Katashi shall see your fight from the other side. This will be a sparring match, but try not to swing too hard. I do not want to risk true bodily harm." They had basic padding and helmets only. Other members of the team were to be witnesses to this mock battle.

Susumu looked a bit uncomfortable as he fidgeted in place, Souji keeping some calm. It's been too long since he held a blade. Even if this one is not authentic.

"Normally, you two should be crouching, but for this, I can make an exception. Stand where you are and begin on my signal. Watanabe, if you strike a zone successfully, you will see my red flag rise. Seta, you are White. First to two Ippon wins! Understood?"

Both young men would nod, now staring each other down. To Susumu, he was ready to humble Mister Popular. Souji maintained an inner calm. A calm he hasn't had in a while.

"Begin!"

Susumu would try to throw Souji off his game, swiping the tip of his shinai to make Souji's blade be pushed back to create an easy opening. He would go through his strategy and follow up, then moving forward, aiming for his head…!

But Souji would not be deterred by a basic attempt at breaking his defenses! He would raise his hands to move the lower half of the blade to catch Susumu's attack from above. The boy was no Shadow! He was small time compared to living supernatural monsters created from Humanity's repressed thoughts and feelings. They who threatened him and all his friends were far more or a challenge!

Susumu had to pull back! But his grip tightened too much and Souji capitalized! He would aim for the throat with a hard thrust!

"Seta! One Ippon!" Souji would step back, Yamada calls out, with Katashi confirming the hit.

Time to reposition and get Susumu to move. He would move to his left, forcing his opponent to move in a circular pattern alongside him. Susumu would aim for a similar attack, but Souji would meet the tip with the lower side of his blade, swiping it away then aiming for his own swing, his strength was far superior, as Susumu's loosening grip caused him to lose his shinai from the broad stroke of his blade, and was now disarmed.

"That's enough!" Yamada would call it here.

"Seta wins!" Souji would take off his helmet and bow before the sensei, Katashi, and even Susumu. Susumu… didn't take this as well.

"How are you so good!? Everything you did was so calculated, perfect…" He conceded, but without grace.

"Watanabe. I see potential in you, but you must understand the fundamentals and methods of swinging before you are ready." Yamada would move over to face Souji.

"Seta. You have so much hidden potential. Your style is your own, but I see bits of Kendo tucked away. However, some swings remind me of the European style of play. Broad, as if you used a double bladed sword. Those techniques don't lead to Ippon usually, but those are skills you can refine to help you. You will need practice, but… I can see why Katashi wants you in the team."

"Thank you, Sensei. But I didn't actually agree to join. I just got dragged along here."

"Oh, is that right? Ahahaha! That's humorous! Katashi! You can't make anyone join because it suits you. You need his approval too."

"Excuse me, Sensei. I have not finished." It seems Souji's mind was made up. This was ideal in a way. He can keep himself sharp with this sport. And while it isn't as demanding as soccer on a physical level. Mentally, this pushed him to maintain an inner calm while in battle. "I will join. But will I be able to participate in events?"

"You can, but you must prove you deserve that opportunity. Are you fine with that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, good. Why don't you take those off and rest. You should observe our practice for today and learn how we do things."

"As you wish." Souji had joined a club! Kendo looks promising with an energetic captain, a calm, yet boisterous sensei, and a friendly group of members to spar with. The year is shaping up to be interesting after all!

05/02

A young man is writing down notes in his main room, the poor handwriting only legible to himself as he then shifts to his laptop, a photograph was near it; of a group of people in the electronics section of Junes.

The phone suddenly rings, disturbing the silent atmosphere.

"Hello, Yoshida speaking."

"Agent H-A-0905, you are needed once again. Please speak properly."

Suddenly, his tone shifts, the casual attitude vanishes, like a snap changed Masato's mannerisms.

"Of course. May I ask who I am speaking to?"

"Agent Kurosawa, Police Informant."

"Understood. What is my mission, sir?"

"I am currently in Inaba. Come meet me at the hill overlooking town right away. And bring a printed copy of your crucial notes about last year's incident. I will be bringing the official police report as well. There is a situation forming and it will bring members of the Shadow Operatives here."

"Understood, sir. I will depart at once."

A/C: So, did any of you anticipate this is what Yoshida was all about? A sleeper agent for the Kirijo Group? If you did, then you better post tomorrow's lottery numbers, cuz I don't think I made it obvious enough. I left small hints he was suspicious, but not to this degree. What was his goal? You'll have to find out next time as his role slowly continues to climb. Also, his new friendship with Rise... How does it come across to you? Do you all like it? There was Yukiko as well, but he's slowly going to get closer to most of the team. Yosuke and Kanji need their time to bond with him as well.

"Smells like Teen Spirit" is today's musical reference! It's from Nirvana, and you haven't heard the last of them most likely. Good classic rock.

Chapters 4 & 5 are just about ready to go as well. Either way, next time, we set up the events of Persona 4 Arena! The Prelude drops next!(We're skipping the main event though)