Archer dipped the spoon into a pot and took out a small sip to taste. It was good. Not him good, but still close enough with a little adjustment. "Not bad. Just add a bit of Tamarind sauce."

"Okay, I will." Iroha did as Archer instructed while he returned to the stove to continue frying the flat noodles on a wok. "Yachiyo, you need help with the Papaya?"

"I'm good," Yachiyo said as she cut up the papaya into long strings with the skills acquired by a seasoned home cook.

"Thank you for helping us Archer," Iroha, the other fairly experienced home cook, said as she began to assemble the rest of the garnishes needed for the salad. "I've always wanted to make Thai food but Yachiyo and I didn't have any experience with it."

"Once you're competent enough, cooking is a lot about experimentation and testing new things to see what works," Archer said as he began to toss in the bell peppers. "Even if it doesn't turn out right the first time you can always try again. Besides, I imagine the people in this house will be happy with anything you make for them."

He could say that confidently because they had some skill and some consideration for the people they fed, unlike a certain Coordinator and another red-haired girl that was currently lazing around and watching TV.

It didn't take them long to grab what bags they had at the hotel and move in. Both Yuma and Kyoko were very quick to get comfortable and settle in. The latter especially.

"You sure you don't want me to help out?" Kyoko asked, her eyes not even leaving the screen.

"No. You stay there!" Archer shouted back. We are not having a repeat of the bonfire incident of 2010.

Can I at least help mixing the salad like Yuma, Kyoko gestured to the green haired girl on the wooden countertop who was helping to plate and construct the cold dishes as the ingredients came out prepared.

Not since you mixed up sugar and Monosodium Glutamate.

I'm starting to think you had us move in here so you'd have more help in the kitchen, and not just Yuma.

I admit. This has actually been an unexpected blessing for me.

"Yuma, do you think the salad needs anything else?" Iroha asked. She was good with little kids apparently and was constantly taking the time to make sure that Yuma was involved in what they were doing.

"I think more peanuts," Yuma replied. "I like the crunch."

Iroha looked in the cabinet. "We're starting to run low on them and some other things… Do you want to go grocery shopping with me next week?"

"Sure!"

Suddenly the front door to the house slammed open.

"Yachiyo! Iroha! Felicia! I'm here to hang out! And I brought something to eat!" Possibly the loudest Magical Girl in existence announced her presence as she stepped into the house with a large bag of food in her arms. Said Magical Girl immediately looked shocked and nearly dropped her bag once she saw Archer in the kitchen. "Archer!" Tsuruno turned to Kyoko. "Kyoko!" Then to Yuma. "Yuma!" Then finally to Madoka. "And whoever you are. You guys are back!?"

Archer almost smirked to himself. It was nostalgic, the way the girl barged into the house and loudly announced her presence. It reminded him of old times. The Magical Girl personality was similar enough to a certain Tiger after all.

"Yea got some stuff we have to do. Helping out with the Magius investigation for now until we find more leads," Kyoko replied.

"Oh cool!" Tsuruno shouted back. "We'll be the mightiest group ever!"

"Sure, whatever," Kyoko said as she turned back to the tv. "Also, they're cooking tonight. You can leave that bag in the fridge."

"Aw," Tsuruno looked disappointed. "I wanted you to try the new recipe I came up with."

"I'll eat it tomorrow, don't worry," Kyoko waved her off.

"Tomorrow?" Tsuruno asked, confused. "You guys are coming here again on a school day?"

"I mean we live here now so-"

"WHAAAAAAAT!?" Kyoko flinched from the noise as Tsuruno turned to the blue haired model. "Yachiyo! Why didn't you let me know that we had new roommates!"

Yachiyo crossed her arms and raised an eye, completely unamused to Tsuruno's complaint. "You don't even live here."

"That doesn't matter!"

"I think it kind of does," Yuma commented from the wooden countertop.

"I'm Madoka Kaname," the pink haired girl bowed her head from the kitchen and introduced herself to the loud girl. "It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Tsuruno Yui! The Mightiest Magical Girl," the mightiest shouted with all her might. "It's nice to meet you too!"

"She's also staying here now," Archer commented.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?"

Yachiyo turned to Archer, annoyed. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Because it's entertaining," Archer replied without shame.

Yachiyo was certainly mature and looked like she had her life in order. She was a model, a college student, running and maintaining a boarding house, and doing all of that while juggling the responsibilities of a Magical Girl. Not only did that show incredible commitment to securing her future but it also took considerable time management skills to keep it all together. It was impressive for someone that only became an adult recently, and he did respect her for that, but sometimes he felt that she could lighten up a little. And yes, he saw the irony of that statement coming from him.

"There's also Amy the cat," Iroha informed the loud girl. "But according to Madoka she wanders around a lot."

"Isn't that dangerous in a city?" Tsuruno asked.

Madoka shrugged. "Amy's a smart cat. She always comes back whenever she wanders around."

"Tsuruno!" Felicia shouted as she stormed out of her room. "Why do you gotta be so loud! I was taking a nap!"

"You're loud too!" Tsuruno shouted back.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are! And you sleep too much anyway!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

Yep. Definitely reminded him of old times.

"You mind helping set up the table?" Archer asked Tsuruno, interrupting her bickering with Felicia.

"Got it!" Tsuruno shouted as she made her way to the cabinet and quickly piled a medley of plates and silverware on her arms before making her way to the dining table.

Cooking skills aside, she had experience and skill working in a restaurant her father owned. A cheery presence to attract customers and a good sense of motion and balance allowing her to serve them quickly. If anything, her presence was probably the one reason that place was still open.

With Tsuruno's help they were able to quickly set up the table and soon all the occupants of the house were at the table ready to eat. Even Archer had a seat, much to Yuma's insistence.

Felicia was about to dive in but was stopped by a single look from Iroha. That look was then pointed at Kyoko, who had also been reaching for the food, then to the rest of the table. At that point what she wanted from them was clear.

Everyone clapped their hands and bowed their heads. "Itadakimasu."

It was a nice meal with good food… and not the worst company either. There were certainly a few surprises with it though.

Iroha and Madoka were both very tidy and polite with how they ate. In fact in some cases they were mirroring each other's movements and seemed in sync when they were filling other people's plates or getting them napkins. Was it a case of the two of them being that similar already, or where they were simply alike enough that being in each other's presence caused one to take on the other's habits. Hard to say, but it was actually quite amusing.

Then there were the big eaters of the group. Though Felicia and Kyoko were the ones eating the quickest, Yachiyo had actually gone through a respectable number of servings of her own. No one else noticed apart from him, overshadowed as she was by the other ravenous occupants at the table, but soon enough she was actually starting to contend with them. And whereas Felicia would soon slow down, Yachiyo just continued eating without pause, always maintaining that steady pace. Soon it was just her and Kyoko that were still filling their plates at the dinner table.

He didn't say anything, because talking about how much a girl ate was one of the forbidden subjects of conversation along with how much they weighed, but it still fascinated him to watch. To think that there was someone that could possibly compete with Kyoko at the dinner table.

Eventually Yachiyo stopped but it didn't look like she had reached her limit. Honestly, he was curious to wonder how far she could take it given the opportunity. Not the first time he had to deal with feeding an absolute glutton.

Kyoko on the other hand just kept eating. That wasn't strange in itself, but even when she had completely finished the rest of the food her chopsticks still reached for the empty plate in fervor. Eventually she realized there was nothing left and put down her utensils.

"Do you want more?" Archer asked. He had thought he had made enough food, taking account of the years he had spent feeding Kyoko, but he had clearly miscalculated how much the others could eat. He would have to adjust for that in the future. Thankfully they could spend more money on food now that they had found more affordable housing and had a well-built kitchen that they could use.

"Nah, I'm fine, thanks Archer," Kyoko said.

"Now that you're finished, I want to discuss plans for tomorrow," Yachiyo announced. Everyone at the table gave her their attention. "We were recently investigating the Denpa Girl rumor. People that passed by the radio tower could apparently hear a voice coming from the air."

"An Uwasa?" Archer asked.

Yachiyo nodded. "We aren't certain, but it's still something we wanted to look into."

"The rumor says the girl's voice should be sad and scared though since she's trapped," Iroha mused. "But when we were there to hear it… it sounded like laughter." She took out her phone. "And then… I got a message on my phone. It asked me to, ``Please Save Her Somehow."

"Is that supposed to be part of the rumor?" Yuma asked.

"Not that we know," Yachiyo replied. "I assumed it was a prank at first but as we continued investigating, Iroha kept getting contacted by that same number."

"It… started to beg me for a response," Iroha explained. "Then after we saved some people from a Witch nearby the radio tower, we learned from one of the people there was a rumor that the voice was of a missing student from her school. The missing girl… was always out of place, didn't fit in, and didn't seem to exist… She probably felt left out by her class and that her opinions didn't matter. Like she didn't belong."

Archer noticed Iroha becoming pale as she described the missing girl. Flashbacks? Personal experience perhaps? Someone that she felt that she could relate to?

The differences between Madoka and Iroha had become a bit clearer now that they were spending extended periods of time together. Madoka's face was an open book, Iroha often hid behind a polite and oftentimes sad smile whenever she was troubled. Neither were very good at hiding their own troubles, but it seemed that Iroha had made it a habit to suppress while Madoka was more than willing to express it herself.

"Are you ok?" Madoka was the first to ask, breaking Iroha out of her thoughts.

"I'm fine," Iroha smiled. It… was even sadder now than it was before. "After that I was wondering what we should do… when I got another message on her phone." This time, with much effort, she turned the phone around so she could show them the screen.

Please respond. I can't stop her for long. Only a Magical Girl can help.

"You think this girl has been trying to contact you this entire time," Kyoko said. "That she's in danger and asking for help?"

Iroha nodded. "If she really is trapped by an Uwasa and fighting to stop it … then I want to save her. Will you guys help me?"

Iroha opened her eyes, sleep eluding her that night. It was hard to relax, not with what they had planned for tomorrow. Not with what she had forced everyone to go along with.

She sat up. Her long pink hair, now loose, fell back into messy waves on her bed surrounding her and covering her legs. Her hair was long, incredibly so, reaching past her butt. But she could never bring herself to cut it, instead preferring to wrap and contain it in the long braid that she normally had throughout the day.

Was the reason for this from another memory she had lost? Though she remembered Ui, there were still times that she feared other gaps in her memory. And she also feared that she would forget her again.

The very thought of that made her mouth go dry, so she quickly got out of bed to go to the kitchen and get herself a cup of water. She had half expected to find Archer, he always seemed to be a presence in the kitchen now, so she was caught a bit off guard to find Kyoko there digging through a pantry. Around her were a few bags of chips that she had already finished and left around the kitchen.

Hopefully she'd clean that up when she was done. Yachiyo didn't like it when they made messes and didn't clean up after themselves.

"I could make you something if you'd like," Iroha offered.

Kyoko jumped in surprise before looking up at her. She stared for just a brief second. "You look like something Madoka's cat just dragged out of the bag."

Iroha blushed a little and looked away. She must've made quite a sight, her eyes tired and her hair a tangled mess from sleeping on top of it. "I wanted to get some water. Are you still hungry? If you wanted more for dinner you could've asked."

"It's fine," Kyoko said as she took out a box of pocky and closed the pantry door. "Nothing you can do."

"I can cook something for you right now," Iroha suggested again.

"It's fine," Kyoko stuffed a pocky in her mouth before moving to the sink. She grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and placed it on the countertop before turning away.

It took a few moments for Iroha to realize the water was for her before she finally sat down and held the glass in her hands. "Thank you."

"I owe you for letting us stay here," Kyoko replied as she continued to eat her Pocky. "Owe a lot of people now actually."

Iroha glanced around the kitchen once more. "Where's Archer?"

"Outside," Kyoko replied. "Doesn't need to sleep so he spends most of his nights keeping himself busy. He's probably off scouting that radio tower right now."

"Will he be okay?" Iroha asked.

"He knows how to stay out of trouble," Kyoko informed her. "Still gets into it anyway sometimes, but he's probably not going to get caught off guard without us."

"Oh, okay," Iroha said before taking a sip from her glass. The cool water was relief to her parched throat, though it did little to get rid of the thoughts in her head.

"Are you okay?" Kyoko asked.

"I'm fine," Iroha smiled and replied.

Kyoko didn't look convinced. "You're a lot like Madoka, you know. Can't hide how you're feeling. Unlike you though she's fairly honest about it." She finished her snack and tossed it casually into the bin. "You aren't fooling anybody with that sad smile of yours."

Iroha frowned. "Sad smile?"

"It's your trademark. Everyone knows it. And no one is fooled by it."

Iroha put a hand to her lips. "I didn't know I did that."

"Well now you do." Kyoko filled herself her own glass of water and drank from it. "If it makes you feel any better Archer points out things I do all the time without realizing. Same with Yuma now actually. Gets hard to hide things from the people you live with."

"I guess," Iroha finished up her glass. She didn't even have to ask for Kyoko to grab it and fill it in the sink. "What's it like living with Archer? With him as your Servant?"

They both looked down at the red marks on Kyoko's hand. Three pairs of red lines, shaped as a spear. "It's my life," Kyoko admitted as she gave her the filled glass. "Without him or Yuma… I guess there's no point."

"You care about them a lot."

"I do."

"You would do anything for them." Iroha pushed away some hair that covered her eyes. "Even if it means killing?"

"If you're trying to tell me not to kill Oriko again-"

"No, I'm not. I'm just… Ui is everything to me. And yet even though I'm the only one that remembers her, sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough. Like I'm… failing her every day that I don't find her."

Kyoko scoffed. "You need to stop getting distracted then."

Iroha looked at her. "Distracted?"

"Do you really think hunting a bunch of Witches and Uwasa in this city is going to help you find her?" Kyoko asked.

"It's… the only lead I have. I know she's somewhere in this city and the Uwasa… I think they're connected to her."

"Then why are you hunting them down? Making an enemy of an entire organization who seems pretty dedicated to helping your kind."

Irohas eyes widened. "The Magius?"

"They have power, resources, numbers," Kyoko said. "Maybe ask them for some help, instead of trying to pick a fight with them."

"But they're doing things that are hurting people."

"Which do you care more about, your sister or a bunch of strangers?" Kyoko asked.

"I…" Iroha simply didn't have an answer to that.

"Make up your mind. Not going to get anything done bouncing between two things, especially if one of those things is some antiquated sense of morality. Trying to help others or keeping to foolish ideals… that's just going to bring you pain. Especially when you lose the thing you cared about most in the process."

Iroha simply remained silent.

"Just focus on your sister. She's the important one. Not these other people." Kyoko gestured with her hand. "Why help out some random person that texted you? It's probably just a trap anyway. Not going to find your sister if you get yourself captured or killed."

"I don't think Ui would want that," Iroha replied.

"At least she'll be alive… unlike mine," Kyoko grumbled to herself as she stood up and washed her glass in the sink. "This is just how the world works. Everything's got a price and you got to be willing to pay it. Trying to ignore that will just end up with everything being taken from you. If you're still wanting to go tomorrow, then fine. I don't like this, but we already got it planned out. But after tomorrow, just think about what you really should be doing."

Kyoko put the glass in the drainer before walking out and leaving Iroha alone in the kitchen.

Iroha simply sat there, the glass still in her hands.

"I don't like this," Kyoko grumbled as she looked through a pair of binoculars.

"Big Surprise," Archer replied. His bow was summoned and ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. "Even though you agreed to this."

"I agreed that we should investigate but risking ourselves trying to help some random girl or thing that just contacted them? Who's to say that they aren't running into a trap?" Kyoko argued. "Iroha should be worried about finding her sister first before helping some random stranger."

"Which is why we are acting as vantage from a kilometer away," Archer said as he kept an eye on the radio tower as the other group approached it with his bare eyes. Not far enough to take full advantage of his range, but enough that they were out of sight while still being close enough to go to them as reinforcements if needed.

"At least we won't get into much trouble up here," Yuma commented while looking through her own pair of binoculars.

They had split into two groups. One consisting of all the Magical Girls would approach the tower on foot and attempt to confront the Uwasa in its territory, while the other would keep watch for any outside threats and go to reinforce the first group if the Uwasa proved more dangerous than expected.

"Aren't we a bit too far?" Madoka asked as she held her bow to her side. "I can barely see them. I don't think I'll be able to hit anything from this distance."

"Don't know until you try," Archer replied. Honestly, it was impressive that she was able to even see anything. The typical military sniper, with all the tools and assistance allotted to them, could barely pull off shots from a bit above one kilometer. She was able to do that without any of those tools and with how little they knew about her powers she could probably pull this off. And maybe also destroy half a building in the process, but they'd deal with the aftermath later. "Consider this practice. And if you're still worried about making a shot then keep an eye out and focus on anyone that might approach us."

"Maybe we should've called Ereshkigal and Ren for help." Madoka surveyed their surroundings as requested, her eyes carefully scanning the horizon with the skill of an experienced marksman. "It'd be nice to know they had more people helping them out down there."

"Unlike me, Ereshkigal doesn't have Independent Action. She needs to keep her Master close by in order to fight to her full potential and Ren isn't a fighter. That puts them both at risk despite the power she wields as a Servant," Archer explained.

Kyoko scoffed and put down her binoculars. "You just don't want that host of hers to get scuffed up."

Archer shrugged. "My personal feelings on it don't matter. They're better suited elsewhere. In different situations."

"That wasn't a no," Kyoko replied.

"Felicia uses a hammer too, right?" Yuma suddenly commented as she continued to watch from her binoculars.

"A Magical Girl hammer. Don't you dare try any of the moves that she does," Kyoko warned the aspiring Magus.

"I know. I know," Yuma replied. "I just think I could get a little inspiration from watching her."

"Not going to see much once they step into the Uwasa's… labyrinth or whatever they live in," Kyoko lifted her binoculars and went back to watching the other group. Soon after the group disappeared, likely stepping into the entrance they were looking for. "Aaaand they're gone."

"And they've got company," Archer commented as he noticed the hooded figures approaching from a distance. "Black Feathers and a few Shadow Servants. At least we confirmed it's an Uwasa then."

"Should we start shooting?" Madoka asked as she nocked an arrow and raised her bow. "Chase them off?"

"No, don't start until I give the signal or until they're just short of the entrance. Observe first, see what they do, and only strike once the moment presents itself," Archer lectured the pink haired girl. "As an archer the first shot, while they're unaware of your presence, is going to be one of the most important in establishing control of the battlefield. After that continue to take the initiative but don't fire haphazardly either. Not all your shots have to land but each one should have a purpose."

"Got it," Madoka let out a deep breath as she lowered her bow and watched. "There's one with greenish yellow hair following them but keeping her distance. She isn't hooded… so she might be one of their leaders?"

"Seems so," Archer confirmed Madoka's observations. "We now have a good target to aim for. Take her down and cause a break in the chain of command."

Madoka squinted her eyes. "They aren't going inside either. They're just getting into a circle around the tower."

Archer nodded. "Yes. They aren't moving to protect the Uwasa."

"Maybe because they know it's too strong for those girls," Kyoko suggested.

"If that was the case then they wouldn't even gather in the first place," Archer replied. "It could mean that this Uwasa is meant to flush out those who are hunting them or could be that they lost control of it and thus see it as a necessary loss."

Kyoko grunted. "Either way it's bait. Pinkie number two just led them into a trap."

"I don't think it was wrong… to help someone calling for help," Madoka commented.

Kyoko shook her head. "That's how they take advantage of ya."

"We should probably warn them," Yuma commented as she looked up to Archer. "How are you going to do it? Magical Girls can only… mind talk to each other. I think. And phones don't work there either."

"Actually, I've theorized that it is possible to adjust the Magical Girl telepathy to include other Magi and Servants," Archer mulled, "But it could possibly leave us vulnerable to mental attack so I wouldn't consider it lightly. Anyway, that's for another time. You know how I can create and dismiss weapons?" Archer asked.

Yuma nodded. "Yea?"

Archer flicked his hand. "There goes the blue knife. Now they know it's bait."

"Color-coded messages!" Madoka realized.

"Creativity and ingenuity are necessary tools on the battlefield," Archer lectured. "You'd be surprised by how far you can even the simplest of powers once you start thinking outside of the box. Though simplicity isn't bad either. Sometimes the best way is the most direct."

"Learn, adapt, improvise," Kyoko finished and was forced to recall one of the many lectures he had given her over the years. She walked to the stairs and took out her spear. "I'll head downstairs, find a good spot to intercept them in case you don't chase them off with the first few volleys and they start gunning for you two."

"Kyoko," Yuma marched up to Kyoko, her new hammer already in her hands. "I'm coming too."

"Yuma I don't think-"

Yuma's gaze intensified, to the point that it really was like looking into a mirror for Archer. That manic yet unyielding determination.

"Fine," Kyoko conceded. "But you follow my lead and if I tell you to run, then you run."

Yuma nodded her head. "Understood."

It was a world of dark and green. Of strange electronic light that constantly flashed around them in a place that seemed almost like a futuristic simulation. It was unlike anything that Iroha had seen before, though that was commonplace with Witches and Uwasa in general. Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated. She never really was good with technology.

"So, it really was bait," Tsuruno said as one of the knives that Yachiyo had kept on her waist disappeared.

"We might have to retreat for now," Yachiyo suggested. "Archer will give us support but we'll be hard pressed to escape after exhausting ourselves fighting an Uwasa."

"Whaaat?" Felicia moaned. "So we're just going to leave like that?"

"What do you think, Iroha?" Tsuruno asked.

"I…" Iroha had a hard time finding the words. Kyoko had been right. This was a trap. She had led them all into a trap to help someone that might not have needed help in the first place.

Was staying here really going to help her find Ui? Was fighting the Magius really worth it? Was she really ignoring the truth that Kyoko had

She… she didn't know.

Yachiyo looked down at the red knife that still remained. "Archer hasn't signaled an emergency yet."

"Yea, so why don't we stick around until he actually tells us to run away," Felicia suggested. "Man's got good eyes. He'll know when we'll have to leave."

"We got this, not the first time we dealt with an Uwasa," Tsuruno said.

"Alright, stay in formation and conserve your magic," Yachiyo instructed. "We're in for a long night."

They moved as a unit as instructed, long hours of practicing against familiars, Witches, and each other coming into use. Yachiyo took the front as leader, Tsuruno and Felica to the side, and finally Iroha to the back and center. She was their ranged fighter, the one with the most range, and honestly not very good in direct combat.

She had been trying to get better at that by sparring with Yachiyo on occasion, but she still had a long way to go. Especially if she couldn't figure out what she wanted to do to find Ui…

Eventually a bright light came into view. Brighter and more intense than all the light around it. It didn't take long for them to get closer and realize that it was a cube. Standing above said cube with her arms held toward it was a giant of a woman. A giant woman that seemed made of that same light that enveloped the area, just concentrated into a form.

"The Uwasa," Yachiyo said.

"Let's go beat it up then!" Felicia raised her hammer and charged.

"Wait!" The woman shouted, her voice staticky and fragmented at points. As if from a mission. "Please, I need your help!"

That was enough to stop even Felicia in her tracks, confusion plain on her face. "Since when can Uwasa ask for help?"

"We don't know much about them," Yachiyo admitted as she stepped past Felicia. "Perhaps this one is smarter than the rest. Or perhaps it's trying to trick us."

"I was the one who called you, Iroha. My name is Ai," the Uwasa replied.

Even without visible eyes, Iroha could feel the Ai's gaze on her. "If you're the one who asked for help… then who do you want me to save?" Iroha asked.

"Do you know what a Doppel is?" Ai asked.

Iroha flinched. She knew. She most definitely knew. That power, the feeling when her Doppel enveloped her body. She didn't know why but she knew it felt wrong, but at the same time it was still there. Just ready for her to bring it out whenever she was in trouble.

"I do." Iroha gulped. It scared her. She wasn't afraid to admit that.

"Then do you know what happens when you overuse it? Especially with a Soul Gem that has yet to be adjusted?"

"No." Iroha shook her head. "I don't know… what happens?"

"This." Ai flicked her hands and the walls of the cube became transparent. What was inside, it was enough to get everyone there, apart from Yachiyo, gasping in horror.

Inside was a Doppel. A Doppel of a large chair split in half. Every part of it had a torture device attached. Blades, spikes, gallows, maces, anything that could cause great suffering. And the thing connecting both halves together was a Magical Girl.

Or what used to be one.

Her arms were outstretched, fused completely into the metal of the chair. Her legs became the legs that the chair would stand on. And her face was that of a green and white mask. A mask that wept. A mask that twisted Iroha's heart because she knew what that feeling was most of all. Of unrelenting, unending loneliness.

"Please," Ai begged as her hands trembled. "I can't… hold her here for long. Please Iroha. Save Sana."