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〖 Chapter 10 〗

⦕ I Am… Surrounded by Magical Furries ⦖
Please send help.

Amid the clinking of cutlery and the occasional bite, a contemplative silence enveloped the dining area.

Yasaka noted how surprisingly young this enigmatic Traveler known as Shadow looked without his masquerade mask.

Still clad in his dark attire, he remained locked in his own world. His crimson eyes fixed on his plate as if it held the secrets to the universe. Each bite he took appeared to be a calculated endeavor, a deliberate attempt to decipher more than just the flavors of his meal. Onlookers believed his thoughts were a labyrinth, and he navigated its winding paths with a furrowed brow.

I'm strangely quiet during dinner, but not because I'm lost in thought or struggling with hidden emotions like a brooding protagonist from a cheesy melodrama. No, I'm quiet because the food in front of me is so darn good that I'm fighting back tears of gastronomic joy. Each bite feels like a journey through the culinary wonders of Japan, and I'm savoring every taste, every nuance.

This is high quality rice, and it brings me high quality joy.

In between mouthfuls of deliciousness, I'm already concocting plans on how to score these free meals in the future. Maybe I'll become Yasaka's housemaid or, heck, even her personal tails-brusher if that's what it takes. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

While I'm busy navigating the delicate balance between relishing the food and plotting my future as an intermittent lounger between my Shadowy escapades, there's something else I need to figure out. It's the conundrum of how to juggle maintaining my Mob identity with Delta now glued to me like an overly affectionate golden retriever. But that's a problem for future me, and as per usual, I'll save that thought for later.

In stark contrast to Shadow's quiet demeanor, Delta, now clothed in a simple Yukata that she wore loosely, found the surroundings of her new world utterly fascinating. She had abandoned her ravenous wolfish behavior for a more refined, albeit enthusiastic, approach to dining. Her appetite, once voracious, now seemed insatiable with her Master's presence.

Around the dining table, Yasaka and Kuroka, the latter still in her cat form, shared subtle glances, their expressions laden with unspoken questions and concern. Something was amiss with Shadow, something that defied the boundaries of normalcy. Their shared suspicions cast a shadow over the meal, an underlying tension that was too real to ignore.

Shadow had briefly explained Delta's belief that he was her 'Master' from her world, a world that seemed to exist in stark contrast to his description of a realm shrouded in eternal darkness and despair. Kuroka had provided Yasaka with this information earlier, adding another layer of complexity to the situation.

The thought crossed their minds—could this be a case similar to dissociative amnesia? Such a condition, where one forgets their memories due to traumatic events and other severe sources of psychological distress might cause it—a defense mechanism that the brain uses to protect oneself from a terrible experience. Perhaps, during his transition into this universe, his memories had become scattered or lost along the way. The enigmatic nature of his past added another layer of intrigue to the peculiar Traveler who had entered their lives.

With mild concern, they observed Shadow, each contemplating the mysteries that encircled him. They couldn't fathom the weight he carried on his shoulders or the depths of his inner turmoil.

For the time being, Yasaka found solace and relief in observing the once-weakened lycanthrope devour her meal with enthusiasm. It seemed the key to appetite was not appetizing food, but simply someone she could trust—Shadow. Her unwavering faith in Shadow served as a poignant reminder of the bonds that transcended worlds.

And the fact that Shadow Garden's Lord, Master and Savior had become a glorified lunch buddy.

As the meal progressed, Yasaka turned her attention to Kuroka. She inquired, "Kuroka, my dear, may I ask why you're a cat?"

"I've always been a cat."

"You know what I meant."

Kuroka grumbled, her sleek black tail swaying lazily as she spoke. "Because of him."

"Oh?" Yasaka's gaze briefly flickered towards Shadow before returning to Kuroka. "Pray, do tell."

"He beat me up," Kuroka confessed as she nonchalantly licked her paw. She then continued to munch on her meal of expertly sliced fish, courtesy of a katana-weaving chef.

Yasaka raised an eyebrow."Hm? Do tell me more."

"Told me I've 'lost my path' or something like that..." Kuroka muttered, her feline eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Look, fox, are you gonna refresh me or something, nya? I need my powers back, fast."

Yasaka couldn't help but giggle at Kuroka's impatience. She already knew her urgency derived from her strong desire to protect her baby sister.

"Very well. We'll do just so after the meal."

Meanwhile, during this exchange, Delta had been trying to figure out what they were discussing. She turned to Shadow, a large ribcage still jutting from her lips blotched with gravy and sauce, and asked, "Bossman, what they talk about? Why are they staring at Delta?"

Delta's question hung in the air, and for a moment, a hint of uncertainty flickered in Shadow's crimson eyes. It was a question he couldn't just translate easily, especially due to her apparent simple-mindedness.

Kuroka and Yasaka exchanged curious glances, their expressions openly questioning. Their anticipation was apparent as they leaned in, awaiting an explanation from him.

In response, Shadow simply translated, "She's asking what you two are looking at her."

"Oh!" Yasaka's eyes lit up with understanding, her nine lustrous fox tails flouncing in a brief display of enthusiasm. However, she quickly tempered her excitement as she sensed the lycanthrope's distrustful glare. "Well, it's nice to know our guest is interested in our conversations. That said, our curiosity is reciprocated. If it's not too much trouble, Shadow, may I inquire through you?"

Shadow, or rather, Cid, wanting to curry favor with the nine-tailed goldmine, gave a cool nod. "Of course."

Settling her chopsticks above her clean bowl, Yasaka leaned forward gracefully. With a gentle smile, she began, "Could you please ask her for her name and why she's called Delta?"

Shadow relayed Yasaka's inquiries, and Delta paused to consider, a flicker of sadness flashed in her violet eyes because Bossman didn't remember giving that name to Delta. However, her trust in Shadow was unwavering, and if sharing her past could help him remember her better, then Delta was more than willing to cooperate.

"Delta is Delta…because... Delta is the third. The third one. After Alpha and Beta."

Yasaka nodded thoughtfully, drawing more pieces of the puzzle from the wolf-girl.

"I see. So you're part of a group, then. Can you tell us more about this group and your role within it?"

Delta's eyes brightened as she enthusiastically began to explain, "Yes, yes! Delta is part of Shadow Garden, the Seven Shades! Delta is the third strongest, and Delta can find Bossman anywhere!"

Shadow decided that rather than rephrasing her words and therefore requiring him to think, he just delivered them as is, albeit with hardly as much enthusiasm and changing the word 'Bossman' to 'me'. He also thought that 'Shadow Garden' seemed like a pretty cool name for an underground organization.

Yasaka and Kuroka exchanged intrigued glances. It seemed like Delta was providing some valuable information about herself and her past, albeit in fragments. Yasaka leaned in, her tails flicking in anticipation, and asked, "Tell us more about your Shadow Garden. What kind of tasks did you perform?"

Delta's enthusiasm remained unbridled as she delved into her explanation, "Shadow Garden is a group of strong people, and we go on missions. Delta finds things and people! And Delta likes to hug Bossman!"

Kuroka couldn't help but feel envious at Delta's childlike exuberance, wishing her little sister was more like her. "Sounds like quite the handful you've got there, Shadow."

Shadow nodded, acknowledging Kuroka's observation, and continued to act as the bridge between the two worlds.

Yasaka nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the information. She continued her inquiries, "Could you ask her where she's from, and how did she end up here?"

Shadow conveyed Yasaka's questions to Delta, who replied with a hint of confusion, "Delta's Master is Bossman, but Bossman suddenly disappeared from Midgard."

"Midgard?" Yasaka's ears flicked with recognition. "Another Earth, then."

Then Delta continued. "Delta misses Bossman so Delta and Zeta look for Bossman, w-with Alpha's permission!" she quickly affirmed, before her lupine ears wilted forward. "Delta tried to find Bossman. Delta missed Bossman so much. Why did Bossman leave Delta?"

Yasaka and Kuroka exchanged somber glances, sensing the depth of Delta's attachment to Shadow. It was a bond that transcended time and worlds, a bond that seemed unbreakable even in the face of forgotten memories. Shadow, on the other hand, remained unconflicted, as though he had accepted these unnatural circumstances of one-sided longing.

In truth, Cid was measuring his words because he didn't want to start another sob and slobber fest. Saying 'I don't even know who you are' sounded a bit too cruel, even for him. He didn't want to just claim he had amnesia either and get her hopes up. So for now, a measured silence seemed key as he ate a piece of fried salmon skin.

The Kyuubi nonetheless continued her gentle interrogation, "Can you ask her about the Shadow Garden? What is it like?"

Delta's eyes lit up with childlike enthusiasm as she responded, "The Shadow Garden is a big place! There are many strong people there, like Alpha and Gamma. Delta likes it there," she said, tail wagging, making further mess of the Yukata. "...But Delta loves Bossman the most," she then whispered sadly. "Delta's friends are there, too, but they're not like Bossman. Delta wants to be with Bossman."

Her heartfelt words hung in the air, revealing the depth of her feelings for Shadow and her longing to reunite with him. Delta's simple yet profound devotion left a lingering sense of melancholy in the room. Even Cid was starting to feel bad.

Yasaka paused, then asked, "And how did you lose him?"

Good question.

Delta's expression shifted to one of sadness as she recounted, "Delta doesn't know. Alpha said Bossman must leave to fight shadows. Delta wants to fight shadows too, but Delta wants to fight alongside Bossman more. Delta cried a lot because Delta missed Bossman so much. But now Bossman is here, right…? Bossman won't leave Delta again, right?"

"..." Shadow didn't translate the last part, but instead gave her a brief headpat. She seemed to like it and it quickly punted away her sad feelings, at least for the time being. "I can't always stay with you, Delta."

Tears threaten to spill. "...Can Delta stay with Bossman…? Delta is strong… Not as strong as Bossman but Delta can fight. Please don't leave Delta behind…"

"You're free to do what you want, as long as you are mindful of the consequences."

"Okay!"

Some might claim he was heartless, but Cid simply wanted to focus on his stuff. This was his life. It was simple. He didn't want complications. Whether he was a Shadow Master, a street sweeper or a cobbler in his past life or even lives—none of it mattered to the current him. He didn't entertain the notions of 'what ifs'. Even if it was true that he was someone from a shadowy organization with a cool sounding name, what's that supposed to be worth to him?

Ultimately, Cid hadn't felt the satisfaction of becoming the Eminence in Shadow yet, and nothing could steer him away from his ultimate ambition.

"Are you full?"

"No. Delta is very hungry."

"Then eat until you're not hungry." It was what he was planning on doing anyway, and having her vacuum the meals before them would make him look like he was eating less than actual.

"Okay!"

Yasaka and Kuroka couldn't help but feel sympathy for the lost lycanthrope. Her story was one of separation and heartache, a tale of a loyal companion searching for her lost Master across dimensions. They were beginning to understand the complexity of the situation and the emotional toll it had taken on Delta.

Yasaka had more questions, but for now, she allowed Delta to catch her breath and fill her stomach. She had gathered valuable information, but the mystery of Shadow's assumed forgotten past was far from solved. The dining room was filled with a palpable sense of empathy and shared concern, as the two Yōkai contemplated the enigma that bound them together.

Break

As I savor each delectable bite, Yasaka's voice cuts through my culinary contemplation like a finely honed sword. She elucidates her intention to express her gratitude by offering a divine blessing from the gods. Initially earmarked for Delta during her capture, this celestial boon had hit a linguistic roadblock with Delta's language skills hovering somewhere between gibberish and cryptic code. To secure this divine favor, one had to open their heart to it, a feat that seemed about as achievable as teaching a wolf to recite Shakespeare – particularly in Delta's case.

Yet here I am, smack in the middle of this quirky situation, with Delta tailing me like a loyal hound. She clings to the belief that I am her long-lost Master, Shadow, a belief I've opted to roll with instead of dissecting the existential crisis it might trigger.

Yasaka portrays this blessing, dubbed "Kamigami no Seika" or Divine Grace, as both a token of gratitude for my noble offer to assist a wayward soul like Delta and a guiding light to illuminate my path in this unfamiliar universe.

And honestly, Fox, that's flippin' frickin' fantastic.

Language has been the stubborn bouncer at the club entrance to understanding this world, an obstacle I couldn't just physically kick down or mystically bluff my way past—well, at least not to my knowledge. I've memorized my fair share of sacred runes and curlicued alphabets, but in this Universe, they've turned it into a plate of spaghetti. The Latin here looks more Martian than Roman.

Yasaka's blessing, essentially a divine Rosetta Stone, is poised to be a game-changer. It's as if the cosmos decided to cut me a break and sprinkle a pinch of clarity into this supernatural stew.

So while Kuroka's off somewhere with that Miko girl, restoring her powers or something of the sort, here we are again, back in Yasaka's opulent 'throne' room.

Delta and I are perched in front of her on a raised dais while Yasaka, with her eyes shut tight, goes through the motions of an ancient ritual. She chants cryptic incantations and seeks the blessings of the Japanese deities who oversee this quaint Realm. In doing so, she requests their divine intervention on behalf of Delta and me.

The mystical golden light shimmers around Delta, weaving an intricate dance of energy as Yasaka continues her ancient ritual. It's a mesmerizing sight, a symphony of magic that bathes the lycanthrope in its radiant glow. Yasaka, with eyes aglow and a serene expression, reaches out to touch Delta's forehead gently.

As if a switch has been flipped, a profound transformation occurs within Delta. Her eyes widen in astonishment, and a newfound clarity permeates her very being.

"...Can you understand me now, Delta?"

She blinks in mild confusion, "...Yes?" and lo and behold, she understands it perfectly. "...Huh? How? Why you don't speak in gibberish anymore?"

"Because of the Gods' blessings, Lady Delta," Yasaka beams as the communication barrier that once hindered them lies in ruins. "To comprehend and to read are two separate things, however, and, should you allow me, I'd love to teach her reading comprehension, Sir Shadow."

You kidding me? And take her off my sight and mind? Just how helpful can you get?

Yasaka shifted slightly, maybe mistaking my staring as a glare. "Just a suggestion, of course."

"That'll be well appreciated," I immediately said. No takesies-backsies. "Study well, Delta."

"But Delta hates studying…" she mumbles like I just told her to finish her greens. "But okay… since Bossman says so… Bossman will visit Delta right?"

"I will." Awesome. A valid reason to nab some grub from this place. "Plenty of times."

She sways her tail, and I'm gonna go on a leg and assume it's a good thing. "Then okay… Delta will study hard."

"Such a lovely girl," Yasaka beams. "Now, allow me to complete the ritual for Sir Shadow…"

Awesome. About damn time.

I wait, but those mystical lights seem as indecisive as a cat at a closed door—hovering around me but hesitant to commit. It's like they're at a crossroads, debating whether to ring the doorbell or not. This celestial hesitation leaves Yasaka in a state of bafflement, and me in a state of growing annoyance.

"That's... quite the head-scratcher," Yasaka mutters, her brows furrowing like a squirrel with way too many tails contemplating an unfamiliar acorn.

She attempts a redo of the ritual, fingers swirling in intricate patterns in the air, but the result is a repeat of the previous no-show. The divine energy gives me the cold shoulder, akin to a cat pretending not to notice you're offering treats. Seriously, what's the cosmic beef here?

Naturally, I maintain my chill exterior, even as Yasaka tilts her head slightly, sporting a thoughtful expression that rivals a philosopher pondering the meaning of meow. It has also dawned on me that I get increasingly sarcastic the more I'm pissed off. My way to vent off frustration, seems like.

She then speaks in hushed tones, her voice tinged with puzzlement, "My Gods convey that it's not a matter of willingness, Shadow. They seem unable to bestow their gift upon you."

"...I see." You've gotta be kidding me.

Not even her divine hotline can help? It's like this Universe has me on a voicemail, and it's not leaving a message.

"...Erm… please hold…?" she offers with a hint of resignation, shutting her eyes once more, as if attempting to contact the celestial IT department.

"What's going on?" Delta then asks, blinking and looking at me and the fox. "Don't Bossman already know language?"

"Yes, but not all, Delta."

"Huh…?" she tilts her head. "Delta doesn't get it."

Me neither, Delta. Me neither.

After a contemplative pause that could rival a cat's scrutiny of an empty cardboard box, Yasaka finally relays the divine verdict. Her voice, usually smooth as silk, takes on a serious undertone as she explains, "The Gods conveys that there's a barrier, a rather potent one, standing tall and unyielding in the way of their Blessings, Sir Shadow."

A barrier that puts a "Do Not Disturb" sign on blessings from the divine? Now that's next-level security.

Right. Who the hell added a firewall around my soul goddammit? I'm getting blue-balled from blessings now?

Yasaka, ever the astute fox, goes on to speculate, her nine tails twitching in thought like a professor's chalkboard scribbles, "Perhaps it might have some connection to your lost memories? If you are indeed the Shadow Delta believes you to be, then it could very well be the culprit behind your amnesia."

"Amnesia? What's that? Is it bothering Bossman?" she then snarls. "Delta will kill it."

Easy there, wolfy. I'd rather not have you rip my head off to peel this implied amnesia. There's the chance that your 'Shadow' is just an alternate version of me. Since the multiverse exists, there's probably a lot more 'me' around.

"Though…" Yasaka then whispers. "...This is unnerving nonetheless. I'd love to help more, Sir Shadow, but I'm afraid this is the extent of our capacity. At least, as long as that 'barrier' stood. It's like a shroud of shadow encased around your soul, your very essence of being, so to speak. If the Gods' Divine Will cannot penetrate it, then I have little hope. My, once again, I am terribly sorry. Sir Shadow, for raising your expectations and failing to meet them. Consider me ashamed."

"There's no need for an apology. You have been kind, Lady Yasaka," I mutter, which is basically the flowered version of 'it's fine'. It's about as accurate as a one-legged cat trying to scratch its ear. In reality, it's quite the opposite of fine.

Great. Just great.

I'm an anomaly wrapped in a riddle inside a puzzle box, and the mysteries just keep piling up. My frustration simmers under the surface, like a pot of noodles that's inexplicably decided to boycott the boiling process. I don't care about my implied memory lost— I just want my snappy bilingual blessing, dammit.

Whoever's responsible for this confounded barrier, I'm mentally drafting a strongly-worded letter to them. If only I had a cosmic return address.

And then I'll strangle them, and hang them like a coat.

"But regarding your request to find a Realm, it has been approved."

Finally! Some good fuckin' news. And about goddamn time.

"Nonetheless it will take some time. And since I don't seem able to cast my own protection over you to Send you my message, I shall hail Kuroka once we've made progress. For now, I hope you may find comfort in our establishment. Feel free to use whatever facilities you may find, as long as you are mindful of the rules, of course."

And another piece of good news! She just gave me the a-ok to crash this place, and you can bet your fluffy golden tails that I'll take it, Fox Woman.

"I see. Then I will take you up on that offer."

Break

The hushed, predawn hours of Sunday enveloped Kuoh Town in an eerie silence as Raynare stood outside Penemue's hotel room. She gave a soft, discreet knock on the door, her midnight wings carefully concealed from view. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Penemue's slender figure and elegant attire bathed in dim light, currently without the cape.

She gestured for Raynare to enter, her expression stern and businesslike.

"You asked for me, Mastress?" Raynare said as she stepped into the well-lit bedroom, her violet eyes meeting Penemue's cool gaze.

Penemue nodded, closing the door behind them. "Yes, Raynare, I have news that concerns you. The Devils are about to make a move, "

Raynare furrowed her brow. "What're they up to this time?"

Taking a seat at a nearby chairs and table set, Penemue crossed her arms and legs, waiting for Raynare to sit across before she continued, her voice light yet serious. "They're planning a night raid on your hideout."

Raynare immediately frowned. No doubt Penemue's spider Familiars had 'bugged' their place. The Devils had always been overconfident in their security, and the Gremory kid was no exception.

"But that's more severe than a territory breach," she then blurted out. "Why would they go that far— ah." Then it clicked. "The Exorcists aren't exactly clean with their work, I assume?"

Penemue smiled. "Correct. Ten points for you," she tittered. "There's hardly enough devout Christians here to secure the attention of the Vatican, hence they connect the dots rather quickly. They're convinced that your location holds the answers."

"...Great…" Raynare's fists clenched as she contemplated the dire situation. She was acutely aware of the vast power imbalance between her and the Devils. They could single-handedly reduce her minions to mere pulp, and not to mention Sona's Peerage.

Tapping her fingers against the arm of her chair, Raynare contemplated her options. She knew Penemue had something in mind, and it was now a matter of whether she could handle the heat. A plan began to form in her mind, a ruse to divert their attention.

Finally, she spoke, her voice tinged with a sinister resolve. "I can use the Exorcists as scapegoats. Just as Kokabiel initially planned anyway. It should buy us some time until the Devils realize the truth. By then, I'll have vanished without a trace." Preferably polishing Azazel's boots or himself entirely.

"A risky gambit," Penemue assessed. "But your options are rather limited."

Raynare nodded slowly. "Do I… have your backing, Mastress?"

"Do you need to ask? How you wound me, Raynare," Penemue giggled as she leaned back against her chair, a content expression on her face as she rested her eyes. "You seem confident enough. I'll interfere only if necessary. Don't worry, I'll be your lifeline hanging around."

Raynare's gaze hardened as she considered Penemue's words. "Alright, I'll set the plan in motion with the Exorcists, but what about Lint Sellzen?" she voiced, concern underlying her tone. "What do you wish to be done with her?"

Penemue leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked onto Raynare's. "Lint Sellzen," she began, "could be a potential asset for us. Unlike Freed, she's less… volatile… Although she's driven by something different, something that might be even more powerful than loyalty."

"Money?"

"Thrill, Raynare," Penemue replied with a sly grin. "Lint thrives on excitement, danger, and chaos. It's the only reason someone like her to doublecross Griselda Quarta and perhaps triplecross us," she hummed. "She's a wild card, simply put."

Raynare dipped her head slowly, absorbing Penemue's advice. "I understand. I'll keep that in mind when dealing with her."

"Good," Penemue said, her smile widening. "Now, it's time for you to prepare for the Devils' night raid. I'll be watching from the shadows, ready to lend a hand if needed. But for now, stay sharp and play your cards right."

Raynare stood up, her resolve firm. "I will, Mastress. Thank you for your guidance."

With that, she left Penemue's room, her mind already racing with plans and strategies to deal with the impending threat. She knew her first course of action was to complete the Sacred Gear extraction. Perhaps even time the process.

With Raynare gone and left to mull on her own, Penemue leaned back in her armchair as the violins resumed their comforting wails. Her thoughts quickly shifted to Shadow and a certain Black Cat. Knowing Kuroka, she would undoubtedly take action with or without Shadow's approval. She hadn't determined yet if she was his spy, though, after their meeting, he did strike her as someone who would have just as many eyes as her.

"Hmm…" Closing her eyes, Penemue began to let herself be carried by the haunting tune, humming along the cries of the strings

Should she trap them in her web? Prevent them from becoming a variable in Raynare's gambit?

It would certainly be a thrilling game. Dealing with Kuroka was as simple as tying a thread due to her factionless position, but eliciting Shadow's animosity might not be wise. His true capabilities were still shrouded in mystery, and he was a potential threat and ally that shouldn't be underestimated.

For now, Penemue decided to bide her time, observing their actions and waiting for the opportune moment to make her move. As the haunting violins continued their serenade, gradually building to a crescendo that mirrored the rising tension in Kuoh Town, Penemue wondered if its fragile peace would finally shatter.

Break

With no transforming cat-girl with sister issues and no Greek-named wolf-girl with attachment issues hogging me around, at least until tonight, I am back in the bustling heart of Kuoh Town. Last night was great—I got fed, I slept on an actual bed with an actual mattress, and I got to bathe in an open hotspring, enjoying my awesome quality time on my lonesome.

But now it's back for another typical morning for yours truly, or as the world knows me now, Cid — your everyday, run-of-the-mill cashier at McRonald's, the not-so-subtle spin-off of the golden arches.

As the clock strikes 10 AM, the hungry hordes descend upon the temple of fast food. The aroma of sizzling patties and crispy fries fills the air, mingling with the occasional order mix-up and the symphony of fryers hissing in the background for extra affordable food ambiance.

I stand at my post, ready to take orders and serve customers with a smile that's been perfected through countless hours of customer service. I've got the uniform – a stylish red apron, the signature cap, and a name tag that reads "Shido" instead of "Shadow" for obvious reasons.

"Welcome to McRonald's! How can I make your day awesome?" I greet the first customer, putting on my best "I love my job" smile. I may be here slinging burgers, but I'll do it with style, with a fleeting hope for a raise.

The stream of customers keeps coming, each with their unique cravings and quirks. There's the guy who insists on extra pickles, the student who orders a shake and a salad (a true anomaly), And let's not forget the "Toy Whisperer." This kid believes our Happy Meal toys are sentient beings with thoughts, feelings, and elaborate backstories. Oh, and lookie here, the "Burger Bandit'' has made his entrance. This guy insists on disassembling their burger, rearranging each ingredient meticulously, only to put it all back together in a unique order. Their logic? It somehow makes it taste better.

Behind the counter, I'm like a culinary ninja, effortlessly juggling orders, payments, and the occasional "Can I get extra ketchup?" request. It's not that hard keeping my inconspicuousness while doing my job, really. No one pays attention to a fast-food cashier.

Unless, of course, they're someone who knows the cashier.

He's alone today, which is a rare occurrence. Usually, he'd be accompanied by the other two idiots, the ones who'd pester me endlessly about my female coworkers' contact information. But today, Issei is flying solo, and he looks like someone who has a lot on his mind. Well, well, getting elevated from a Mob character to a Named Character sure has gotten you thinking, huh?

"Yo, sup, Cid," Issei greets me, his usual boisterousness somewhat muted.

"Sup," I nod back, maintaining my cool cashier demeanor. "What you want?"

"Uhh… The sausage wrap and hash browns," Issei orders, his gaze slightly unfocused as if lost in thought.

"Drinks?"

"Coke."

"One sausage wrap, hash brown and Coke coming right up— that'll be that amount of Yen displayed on the screen," I reply, efficiently processing his order while keeping a watchful eye on him. The Elevated Mob doesn't seem like his usual self, and that's worth noting in my mental checklist of strange occurrences today.

Issei takes his food and heads to a table near the window, his gaze fixed on something outside. As he sits there, lost in thought, I continue working the counter, taking orders and serving customers. But something's definitely fishy about Issei today. Normally, he scarfs down his food like it's a race against time, fueled by that perpetual enthusiasm of his, and then he's off to buy his weekly issues of... well, let's not get into the specifics.

However, my Mob persona isn't just about keeping a low profile. It's also about maintaining the little connections it has, and Issei happens to be one of those connections. So, during my short break, after securing my manager's reluctant permission, I decided to pay him a visit for a quick chat, you know, just to keep up appearances.

"Yo, dude," I greeted him with a casual slide into the seat across from him. "Mind if I join you?"

Issei looks up from his thoughts, and there's a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Oh, hey, Cid. Sure. Break?"

"Yup," I nod and sit down, keeping my tone friendly but not too familiar. "What's up, man? You've been looking out the window like you're in a music video."

He blinks before chuckling at my remark. "Haha, yeah... just, lots of thoughts," he admits with a nod.

I nod in return.

He nods back.

"That something you wanna talk about?"

Issei takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and I can't help but wonder if he's diving into one of those important (according to him) life questions, like whether horizontal striped panties or vertical striped panties are cuter, or why our school seems to suffer from a tragic shortage of ponytailed girls. If that's the direction he's heading in, I might just excuse myself right then and there. Maybe feign an urgent need to clean the fryers or something.

Another surprise dating tip request, perhaps?

But no, Issei seems dead serious. He starts with an analogy that's so odd, it could only be rivaled by a patty in a milkshake. "Look man," he begins, pausing briefly. "...Uh… How do I say this… Let's… say you're someone on a movie set."

"Alright." I settle in for what promises to be an entertaining ride. "Hit me with your cinematic scenario."

"...You're an actor, but not a big one. Like uh… more like a supporting cast, and you've got no script, but you always dreamt of having one."

"Okay." I narrow my eyes, folding my hands. This might be interesting. Unless this hypothetical movie set is a parody.

"And…" Issei continues, hesitating as he searches for the right words. "...you got in a car crash."

"Geez, that took a turn."

Issei laughs awkwardly. "Yeah. It kinda is— anyway, then one day a director took you in. He bailed you out, paid your hospital bills, and for no real reason at first. He told you he's willing to take a gamble raising you and promises you big stuff. Like money and hot babes, you feel me? And just have to stick around and do your best. So you do your best, or at least think you are doing your best as the scenes come and go. Until, one day, you meet an actor from another movie set. A direct rival."

This is getting increasingly convoluted by the moment and I'm all here for it. "Uh huh…"

"Uh… and… they tell you that other directors have been looking at you for a while, like they were sorta able to see your potential. They even got their own script ready for you. But, the thing is, they haven't approached you because you're a 'gift' for your current director. And… maybe, they hinted that your car crash was no accident at all."

I raise an eyebrow, thoroughly engrossed in this peculiar narrative. "So, you're saying you've found yourself in a Hollywood drama? Or is this just a really elaborate metaphor for something else?"

Issei fidgets in his seat, his gaze avoiding mine. "Nah, nah, it's just a... a hypothetical, you know? Just something that popped into my head."

I lean back, smirking slightly. "Sure, sure, just a hypothetical Hollywood drama about actors, directors, and mysterious car crashes. Very casual stuff, Issei."

He laughs nervously, scratching his head. "Well, you know, I watch a lot of movies, and sometimes my mind just goes all cinematic on me. C'mon man, quit askin' and play the game."

I chuckle. Fair enough. "Alright, I'll bite. If I were that actor, I guess I'd have to think about what matters most to me. Is it the promise of fame, money, and hot babes with my current director? Or is it the potential for something greater with those other directors who see my potential? It's a tough call."

Issei nods, looking somewhat relieved that I'm not pressing him further on the "hypothetical" scenario. "Yeah, that makes sense. And, uh, why do you think someone might stick with their current director even if they knew there were other opportunities out there?"

I tap my chin thoughtfully. "Well, loyalty is one thing. If this director took a chance on you when no one else did and helped you out after that car crash, you might feel indebted to him."

"Uh huh, uh huh."

"But when they throw around words like 'gift' and drop hints about your accident not being accidental, things start to get trickier than a Rubik's Cube."

"Mhmm, right, right. So what's the game plan? You don't know if those other directors are serious or if your rival actor is just trying to mess with your performance to sabotage your movie."

I chuckle, a plan forming in my mind as sharp as a plot twist in a thriller movie. "Well, I'd channel my inner detective. I'd dig deep, find out what the other directors are offering, and investigate whether the car crash story holds any water. Once I have the facts, then I'd decide. Loyalty's a precious thing, but so is my future. I wouldn't want to be a pawn in someone else's movie."

Issei looks at me, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, that makes sense…"

I nod back, feeling like a wise guru of hypothetical life situations. "Exactly. Sometimes, life's script is in your hands, and you've got to be the star of your own show."

Issei grins, and for a moment, he looks lighter, like he's just enjoyed the best plot twist in his favorite film. "Thanks, Cid. You have a knack for putting things in perspective."

I give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "No problem, man. Life's a movie, and you're the leading man. Just make sure you're the one holding the script."

"Even if I'm just a side character?" Issei asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Hey dude, even side characters have their own battles to fight."

He thinks for another moment, before he lets out a relieved sigh, and his shoulders seem to relax a bit. "You're right, Cid. Thanks for the advice. I'll figure this out."

"And right now, my battles are customers and remembering orders, so smell you later, Hyoudou." As I get up from my seat, ready to head back to my post at the counter, I point him a finger. "And if you ever need a background character in your movie, you know where to find me."

With that, I return to my cashier duties, knowing that in the world of fast-food absurdity, even a casual chat about hypothetical scenarios can be a welcome distraction from the norm. The dude left after some minutes, looking like a man on a mission. Whatever it is he's got on his mind, I'm betting it's got something to do with his Named Character status. He truly lives in a different world than us mere onlookers.

But as Shadow, it's a different story. Time to stick my nose where it probably doesn't belong.

Once I take care of my shift and get that sweet, sweet paycheck, of course— "Welcome to McRonald's! How can I make your day awesome?"

"Ossu! Good afternoon, cashier-man," a cheerful voice returns my enthusiastic greeting. "One sundae please."

Hm? Haven't I seen that face somewhere before? White and black hair like reversed oreos, red eyes— ah, she's that Exorcist girl, except without the exorcist getup.

Flint.

I recognize her instantly, but it's clear that she has no idea who I am as she places an order for a sundae.

I keep my cool, maintaining my cashier facade. "Good afternoon! One sundae coming right up." I ring up her order and prepare the dessert with practiced efficiency and handing it over."Here you go, one sundae to light up your day. Enjoy!"

She takes the sundae with a smile, her fiery eyes scanning the surroundings, unaware that the unassuming cashier just might be more than he appears.

Sasuga, Shadow.

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My shift at McRonald's is finally over, and I find myself in the back, staring at my paycheck with a grin that's a mix of relief and satisfaction. A normal day's work for a guy trying to lay low and enjoy the mundanity of life. Or at least, that's what I tell myself as I contemplate the digits on the piece of paper.

Not bad, not bad at all. Maybe I'll treat myself to some extra toppings on my next burger. With a casual wave to my coworkers and a nod to my manager, I make my exit, the uniform coming off as I head toward the employee locker area.

It's time to shift gears. Back to the world of shadows and mysteries, where a new chapter awaits. Shadow, the enigmatic observer of Kuoh Town, is ready to resume his role.

But for now, Cid strolls out of McRonald's, blending into the mundane bustle of the city streets, just another face in the crowd.

Break

In the inner sanctum of the abandoned church, Raynare stood alone, her heart hammering in her chest. Her face bore a facade of calm and collected composure, but beneath the surface, a subtle anxiousness danced like shadows in the night. The impending threat of the Devils closing in on her hideout was a chilling reality she couldn't ignore.

She had a plan, albeit a risky one, and she knew the stakes were high. If things went south, it wouldn't be a mere setback; it could very well cost her life. But Raynare had never been one to shy away from a gamble, especially when the reward was as enticing as the Sacred Gear she sought.

Her eyes shifted from double doors at the front to the figure chained onto a cross at the front of the room. Lint Sellzen had proven her worth by bringing this potential asset without question, and that thrillseeker had done her job well, keeping her silence even in the face of her own 'comrades'.

It was her turn to do her job, to execute the extraction of his Sacred Gear. The power within it was the key to her ambitions, a stepping stone towards her ultimate goal. Kokabiel's plans and machinations were of little concern to her now; she intended to take what she desired and sever ties with him for good.

"...Hmmm… where… where am I…?"

Ah, he had awoken. It appeared her Sleep Spell could only subdue someone with such profound devotion to their deity to a limited extent.

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she approached the captive Exorcist, now thrashing in his chains as panic began to etch his face.

"...R-Raynare?! What's the meaning of this?! And won't you wear something for once you wicked seductress?!"

"Hush now, Brother Graham," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "It will only hurt for a moment, and then, you'll be free from everything."

"You! You won't get away with this! Scheming temptress, I will—!"

Graham's protests fell on deaf ears as Raynare swiftly moved, her hand grasping a lightspear conjured from her corrupted Angelic Powers. Before he could activate his Sacred Gear, as signified by the otherworldly blue glimmer in his eyes, Raynare plunged the lightspear into Graham's side—a swift, calculated strike that sent a searing jolt of pain coursing through his body.

With little time to spare, Raynare commenced the ritual. She had meticulously studied ancient tomes, and with added insights from her covert benefactor, Penemue, she was more than prepared for this violent extraction.

The ritual had begun. The cross on which Graham was bound erupted with mystical arcane energy, its eerie glow intensifying as Raynare muttered incantations, her words laden with dark intent. Time was of the essence now; she had to work fast before Graham succumbed to his wounds, extracting the Sacred Gear she so desperately coveted.

"A-AAAARGH! GAAAAAAAAAAA!" Mystical blue light shimmered from Graham's chest, and he writhed in torment. The Exorcist's pained screams echoed through the chamber as his soul seemed to leave his body. The Sacred Gear, Echelon's Echo, detached itself from his form, coiling around Raynare's neck like a choker before settling into the form of an amulet with a brilliant blue jewel in the center.

"...Lady Griselda…" he muttered, his complexion growing progressively pallid. "Forgive…me…"

As Graham's life force flickered and faded, Raynare's smile widened. She had succeeded, and the power of the Sacred Gear now coursed through her, bringing her one step closer to her ultimate goal.

Graham's lifeless body hung from the cross, the cost of her ambitions.

And nothing of value was lost.

Stepping back, Raynare admired her new acquisition with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.

"Nyaaow~"

Just as Raynare was basking in the triumphant aftermath, a soft meow echoed from above her. Startled, she looked up to discover a sleek black cat, perched in the hidden chamber, its pair of amber eyes glimmering in the shadows. With a chuckle, Raynare extended her hand, beckoning the feline to climb down.

"How did you manage to find your way up there, Twilight? And where have you been? Hunting mice again?"

Maintaining her feline façade, Kuroka offered no answer, her eyes shimmering with an uncanny intelligence as she carefully descended, her true nature concealed from her unwitting host. She played her role as Shadow's spy, smoothly tucked herself against Raynare's scantily clad chest and nestled back into her cradle.

Raynare's fingers started to trace Twilight's sleek black fur as she spoke softly to the cat, her voice carrying a touch of melancholy.

"You know, Twilight," she began, "it seems our time here is drawing to a close. I'll have to leave this town soon. Wait for the heat to simmer." Raynare continued, her tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia, "But, you know, it's not all bad. At least, I've achieved what I wanted."

After another meow, Kuroka extended a delicate paw to lightly tap the amulet hanging from Raynare's neck, her feline curiosity on full display. Raynare couldn't help but chuckle at the cat's antics, appreciating the lighthearted distraction from her somber thoughts.

"Now, now, Twilight. Let's not play with that. It's precious to me," she tsked playfully, patting the feline's head as she exited the room. "...Wonder when your owner is going to pick you up. Hopefully it's anytime soon before those Hellspawns come around… Those Exorcists probably wouldn't do much against them, but it should buy some time."

At that Kuroka perked her ears.

"But anyway, let's get you fed, shall we? Let me treat you to some sushi."

Kuroka felt torn. Her innate desire for good quality sushi was powerful, but a more significant duty weighed on her conscience. She knew she had to alert Shadow. The Devils and that meant her little sister might be walking into a dangerous trap, and she couldn't allow that to happen.

Without a moment of hesitation, Kuroka wriggled out of the cradle and zipped out of the church through a broken window.

"H-hey! Twilight? What is it? Is it a rat?! Hey!"

No dice.

With a sigh, Raynare grumbled to herself. "Hmph… I guess I'll treat those three stooges for once."

Tonight, after all, might be the last time she worked with them.

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As the Black Cat made her 'sudden' exit, a smile curled upon Penemue's lips as she observed the events from her trusty crystal ball. With a subtle yet deliberate wave of her hand, the crystal ball dissipated into shimmering fragments of light, fading into the ether.

Penemue rose from her plush seat, stretching her elegant fingers before sliding into her jet-black jacket, wearing it more as a cloak. With a deft twirl of her fingers, she silenced the haunting melodies emanating from the ornate gramophone that had provided the room's ambiance.

Stepping away from her room, Penemue made her exit. She had a web to weave and Devils to ensnare, and perhaps this time, a Shadow to catch.

Break

Alpha stood alone in the dimly lit chamber, her silhouette a somber presence before the regal throne that had long been vacant.

Her eyes, normally calm yet commanding, were once again filled with a distant, longing gaze. She couldn't help but be drawn to the imposing presence of Lord Shadow's throne, an elegant symbol of his unmatched power.

As Alpha's gaze fixated on the vacant throne, her heart weighed heavy with both longing and concern. It had been far too long since Shadow's disappearance, and the void left by his absence cast a deep pall over the Seven Shades. Though the Shadow Garden's intricate operations continued, the mantle of leadership had shifted onto the remaining Four Shades, a weight they were not entirely prepared for.

Her thoughts turned to Delta and Zeta, who had embarked on the perilous mission to locate their savior and Master. Alpha had entrusted them with this vital task, banking on their unique abilities and Eta's ingenious contraptions. Yet, the silence that had persisted ever since their last report worried her. Delta, with her penchant for brute force, had her own complexities, and Alpha couldn't shake her concerns. Meanwhile, Zeta's enigmatic nature left room for doubt—had she found Shadow but chosen to remain silent?

Alpha couldn't deny Zeta's loyalty to Lord Shadow despite her past transgressions. She had tried to pull off that stunt with the Severed Arm of Diabolos, and while she had failed, Shadow and the rest of the Shades had forgiven her, if not as wholeheartedly as their Master. After all she'd done, Alpha still saw her as her little, perhaps rowdier, sister..

"Where are you, Shadow…?"

With a sigh, her gaze shifted to the resplendent red carpet that led to the stairs leading to his throne, symbolizing her unwavering hope that one day he would return, and that her family would be whole once again.

As Alpha's thoughts lingered in the shadowed chamber, a sudden, frantic commotion disrupted the heavy silence. The grand doors of the throne room flew open with a resounding bang, and Beta, her usual composure shattered, rushed into the room in a state of sheer panic.

"Alpha!" Beta cried out, her voice trembling with urgency, "It's terrible! I-it's Zeta!"

Alpha's heart raced with a surge of concern. "Zeta? Why? What happened to her? Is she back?"

Beta's breathless reply came in hurried gasps, her chest heaving. "Sh-she is, but… she's…"

Alpha's heart sank at the revelation, and she knew she had to act swiftly. Without another word, she followed Beta as she led the way to Eta's research lab. There, in a dimly lit room filled with enigmatic contraptions and the hum of arcane machinery, they found Zeta lying on the bed, her form swathed in bandages that had turned a grim shade of crimson, a stark contrast to her once cool beauty.

Her golden hair was matted with sweat and blood, a far cry from its usual lustrous shine. Large pantherine ears, normally perky and alert, drooped with exhaustion and pain. Her striking purple eyes, once filled with an air of confidence, were now clouded by weariness and discomfort, barely able to keep themselves open to see Alpha and Beta before they shut close again.

A long, elegant tail, which had been the epitome of grace and beauty, now twitched sporadically in response to the pain coursing through her body. Zeta's beastkin features, which had always made her a vision of allure and strength, were now marred by the toll her recent ordeal had exacted.

The largest bandage covered her abdomen, wrapping around her midsection. It was there that the most significant injury had occurred, a vicious gash that had cleaved through her slime suit and deep into her flesh. A network of smaller bandages adorned her arms and legs, each concealing wounds of varying degrees of severity, evidence of a relentless struggle against formidable adversaries.

Zeta appeared stable, but her face contorted in pain, and her labored breaths hung heavily in the air.

Alpha approached the bedside, her heart heavy with worry and relief that Zeta had returned, but her concern far outweighed any other emotion.

"Zeta," she murmured softly, her voice filled with a mixture of sympathy and worry, "what happened to you?"

"...L-Lord… Shadow…"

"...Zeta…" Beta sadly sighed. "Hang in there."

As Alpha and Beta stood by Zeta's bedside, her gaze filled with concern, Eta continued to work diligently on the complex machine that was keeping Zeta alive and aiding in her recovery. Tubes and wires intertwined, and arcane symbols shimmered on the various contraptions that surrounded the injured Shade.

Though violet eyes furrowed with concentration, Eta began to explain what had transpired. Her voice was steady, drowsy as ever, though now it was tinged with rare worry. "Zeta was exploring a Realm she described as dark like the abyss… where no sun exists. It's a place cloaked in perpetual darkness, a realm beyond our wildest imaginations."

She adjusted a knob on the machine, carefully monitoring Zeta's vital signs. "She encountered something there, Alpha," Eta continued, her hands moving deftly as she spoke. "But she also said she had found hard evidence of Lord Shadow…"

"Lord Shadow?!" Beta echoed, her blue eyes brimming with tears, hope and anxiety warring within her. "H-has she… found him?"

Eta shook her head, her flat purple bangs swaying slightly. "...He was there," she revealed with a tinge of sadness. "The inhabitants of that world have come to regard him as their savior, and they believed Zeta might have more information about him."

"Savior… Even in a land rife with shadows…" Alpha repeated, her admiration for their enigmatic leader momentarily overshadowing her worry. "What happened then, Eta? And is there any news from Delta?"

"Nothing from Delta still, but she always take a while to return." A brief pause filled the room, and Eta met Alpha's concerned gaze. "Zeta then activated her Recall Device," she explained, her voice trailing off as fatigue took hold. Her words were followed by a soft yawn. "...I'm sleepy, Alpha. Can you take over…?"

The room fell into a hushed silence as Eta's voice trailed off once more and her eyes, weary from the relentless effort, drooped with exhaustion. Her soft yawn punctuated the heavy atmosphere, a testament to the toll that caring for Zeta and recounting the harrowing tale had taken on her.

Though deeply concerned for Zeta and keen to hear more about her mission, Alpha recognized Eta's need for rest. With a reassuring nod, she responded, "Of course, Eta. You've done well. Thank you."

Eta offered a tired but appreciative smile as she stepped away from the intricate machinery, yawning again as Beta escorted her out her office, before Eta quickly slumped to Beta's chest as impromptu pillows.

"H-hey…!"

Sighing, Alpha took over Eta's duty. Her concern for Zeta's well-being was matched only by her curiosity about the world that had shown such reverence for their beloved Master, Lord Shadow. In the midst of uncertainty, one thing remained clear—Zeta's return was a puzzle piece that could hold the key to understanding their Master's whereabouts.

Most importantly, it served as a confirmation that, somewhere out there, Shadow had never ceased his relentless hunt against the shadows.

Break

Under a pale moonlight, two figures bathed in darkness gaze down upon the sprawling woodlands beneath them…

Back in my signature Shadow attire, I'm perched on my nifty magical platform like a brooding crow atop a tree that's likely heard more confessions than a priest. The moon's doing its best to give me that eerie, mysterious vibe, but honestly, I think I've got some competition in the "guardian from the shadows" department.

Floating by my side with all the nonchalance of a seasoned pro is Kuroka. After a trip to that fantastical Realm of Old Kyoto, gone is her feline facade, replaced by a black and red kimono that flirts dangerously with the realm of low necklines. She's even got a couple of swanky black tails to complete the ensemble. Her amber eyes stare at the abandoned church below as if it owes her money. Or maybe Raynare fed her some questionable cuisine. There's an intensity in her gaze, and honestly, I'm just along for the ride.

She mentioned that Rias's Mystery Inc. is planning to storm Raynare's hideout tonight, complete with Exorcists and a side order of Raynare snatching some sweet Sacred Gear. I can practically sense The Spider, spinning her pink web over yonder, watching from the shadows—because that's what us masterminds do.

And speaking of web—

Unlike The Spider, who taps into her internal magic stash, I'm sipping from an external source: a bottomless well of Mana surrounding us. With a deep breath, closing my eyes, I focus on the ambient magic, reaching out to its essence. My power mingles with it, and I start thinning it down, like a pro spider spinning silk from its spinnerets.

And once again Cid failed to realize that his eyes had flared crimson for the equal amount of times whenever he tapped into the magical buffet. Why? Well, who's looking at their own eyeballs when they're weaving magic?

As I work my magic, the ethereal strands take on a snazzy violet sheen. They're like obedient dancers at a fancy ball, twirling and twisting to my every command. The threads of magic weave themselves into an intricate lattice, one that expands rapidly — results of my Shadow Dimension secret training paying off. It blankets the church and stretches into the surrounding forest.

The web I create is colossal, dwarfing even The Spider's signature pink web. It's a manifestation of my newfound control over external magic, a testament to the potential I hold within me. The threads shimmer like moonlight, forming an intricate pattern that's both beautiful and deadly.

Kuroka watches with a mix of curiosity and approval as the web continues to grow, an extensive network of magical threads ready to sound the alarm. If any magic-slinging beings dare approach the church, the vibrations in the web will ping me, ensuring we're prepped for whatever surprises the night has in store.

And wouldn't you know it, the Devils have decided to crash the party just in time…

I flash a confident grin at the stage before me, and, of course, it's time for a one-liner.

"Magic weaves, secrets unravel—tonight, they'll leave with a story to tell."

To be continued…

The Six Shades take a step closer on their quest of "Where's Shadow"

Congrats, Cid. Your made up Sunless Realm that is totally not a copy from Dark Souls, actually exist

And gratz on copying Penemue's signature tech

For those who wonder where is best panther-girl Zeta with the absolute cleavage, well, here's your answer

And for those who gets annoyed that Cid wears contact, well, here's your answer

Dunno who installed firewall on Shadow's soul though. Probably some fat chubby white and red rooster. could be great red. could be ophis. could be cid himself and it'll still fully be in character. could be soul of cinder getting hissy shadow just atomized the whole anor londo. who knows

Have fun wondering whatever the fuck has happened to Shadow during his disappearance, you plebs— and if you haven't seen the new episode, what are you doing? It's got Victoria and Yukime and, ofc, Cid's Shadowy Shenanigan

Feed me your review. The fate of Delta and Zeta now rests in my hands (spoiler: they're in good hands, for the most part)

:^)