"How are you enjoying our trip so far?"

"Hah… You know, Phil? If you told me that we'd be flying into the bloody desert at 8 P.M for hours, I would have just declined. I just had dinner for crying out loud!"

"Haha. I apologize if I had brought you discomfort. But I assure you, this trip is verily important."

"Well, at least I got some shut eye for a while. How important is it, Phil? And where are we going?"

"We are simply going to meet some old friends. That's all."

- Philemon and his personal guard, en route to Rhodes Island.

ACT 2

SEVERED SOULS

CHAPTER 1

BODY AND MIND

The sound of chains greeted him once more as he opened his eyes, blinking wearily as rose up from the cold metal under him. Gaining ahold of his bearings, he shifted his body to the side to find a wall hit with blue hues. He can only grunt as he realized where he is.

"The Velvet Room. I'm back…"

Ren Amamiya, the Trickster, the Joker, and now, Doctor of Rhodes Island. Right now, he can easily claim that yesterday had been the craziest day of his second life. He had awoken to find himself becoming a medical expert and tactical commander to a group belonging to a "pharmaceutical" company, had the courtesy of escaping a city plagued by riots caused by white-coated assholes, survived a goddamn meteor shower followed by an earthquake, awakened his Persona to fight off a woman that can burn the air, and discovered a refugee in his soul only to find that he's a real cold customer.

Truth be told, he could have written off his earlier experiences as a psychedelically violent fever dream if he hadn't experienced equally insane experiences in the past life. The fact that he's wearing the same coat he wore when he woke up in Terra, his Doctor's coat, only serves to prove that all the bullshit he went through was legitimate. At least in the end, they finally managed to escape the living hell that is Chernobog. He didn't even remember what happened afterward. All that he remembered is that was already nighttime by the time they landed, and he was already so tired that he needed Amiya to guide him to his supposed dorm, and he plopped onto the bed right on the spot.

Right now though? He has to see what Igor, and possibly Philemon wanted from him. Looking from his bed though, Philemon is nowhere in sight. As he stepped outside his cell, he realized how off-putting the atmosphere was. What made the situation eerier was the utter silence in the Velvet Room itself. Normally there would be piano tunes followed by an opera singer singing through the megaphones above the sole table, giving the Room a mellow and tranquil atmosphere, which is weird since it's a prison modeled by the state of his heart. With the music gone, the Velvet Room feels like a prison more than ever, especially with all the execution equipment scattered about. Nevertheless, he approached the duo before him, sitting down on a chair right across the long-nosed master of the Velvet Room, with the attendant smiling at him.

"Welcome back, our dear guest. You seem to have a haze of doubt in your mind. What do you wish to inquire about?"

And the first thing that came out of the Joker's lips was…

"Igor, why did you call me here? What happened to the music?"

Igor can only let out a mirthless chuckle with his wide grin in full display. He swore anyone looking at him now would be creeped out if they saw him the first time.

"I apologize for the eerie atmosphere, our dear guest. But the arrangements have been made by Master Philemon, in which I have no power to stop. As for why we have summoned you, it is for a variety of matters that needs to be brought to attention."

Ren can only frown in annoyance at the information given to him. Who in the right mind gave the idea to Philemon to remove the goddamn music? It was the only way to soothe his thoughts in this unnerving place. He's not even surprised if Philemon himself did this on a whim, and if that was the case, his opinion of him just sunk lower. Plus, he knows Igor is compliant to Philemon, but can't he at least show a bit of backbone?

Regardless, he schooled his expression into a calm manner before continuing.

"Alright. Let's get to it then. What is it you want to tell me, Igor?"

With the same creepy grin on him, Igor began to speak. "First, we would like to inform you that we will not be able to provide our services to you for the time being."

That was enough to alarm him, if Igor's regretful tone wasn't enough. "How?"

Igor went silent for a moment before speaking, opting to answer carefully.

"Our dear guest. I believe it is best that I remind you of this world's circumstances. The world of Terra never held a single link to the Sea of Souls, and it takes an excruciating amount of time to form a path between them, even with Master Philemon's power. In the past decades, we have managed to establish a link between the land and the sea, albeit it is verily weak, and cannot sustain a proper Persona fusion here in the Velvet Room, much less itemization and the strengthening of your Personas."

"What happens if I do attempt a fusion here?" Ren questioned with a mix of curiosity and dread, and Lavenza chose to answer him.

"In the worst case scenario, all of your Personas sacrificed in the fusion will perish, resulting in no new Personas to inhabit your soul. I am sorry, Trickster."

Such an outcome spoken in such a tone of finality and sadness made Ren sweat from his forehead. With the risk laid out before him, with a very detrimental result should he go through with this, he's honestly relieved that his stock is not loaded with Personas, otherwise he's gonna be in deep shit when the time comes to gather more Personas in Terra. With Arsene, Shadow, and the Persona he got from W, already his stock is filled up by 25% of its maximum capacity. Honestly he's fine with having 12 Personas present inside him at times. But in a world like Terra where Catastrophes are common and powerhouses like Talulah are present, with possibly more people with her power level down the line, he's going to need more than 12 Personas available. Greedy he is, sure. But of course he's going to deny it and claim it as caution.

With that in mind, the Trickster took a few breaths to calm himself down as he faced Philemon once more, information fully processed with a forlorn look.

"When will you be able to restart your services?"

"Master Philemon has made that issue his utmost objective so that we may assist you once more. At earliest, we may be able to resume our services in 3 to 4 days at best."

That was awfully specific if he dared to say so himself, enough to make him lift an eyebrow. "And what of Philemon? Where is he now?"

"He has departed to handle a few matters. But, he has asked to leave you a message that he will meet with you again soon."

And so the interest quickly shifted to mild annoyance. When Ren wanted to see him the most, he's gone and decides to give him an ominous message as a possible attempt at evading whatever he wants to throw at him. It was weird enough that Igor gave him such a precise answer in the matter. And now he's up and about with the promise that they'll soon meet again, but where?

In the end, all he can do is sigh and grunt with a look of reluctant acceptance.

"Alright. I don't think we need to discuss this any further. Is there anything else you wish to talk about, Igor?"

The long-nosed man noticeably had an increased interest towards him. So there is more.

"Yes. It has come to our attention that one of your Personas within is actually born with quite a unique circumstance, one that is borne as a result of our oversight, and may be quite a blessing in disguise. As such, we would like to request that you incarnate him before us, so we can ascertain him further."

Ren had a look of concern once Shadow's existence was brought into mention. He has no doubt that Shadow was listening in on the whole conversation the entire time if the chilling feeling on his mental forefront is of any indication. But he wasn't sure if Shadow would mind being manifested here in the Velvet Room, knowing his demeanor. Yet, as if to answer his thoughts, the man in question spoke.

'I believe there is no room for doubt in this request, Joker.'

'Shadow?' Ren questioned him, and the ghastly apparition replied monotonously as usual.

'You have seen for yourself, your associates before you that have known of my existence. I am aware of the great strength within them, and if I have to establish an association with them as well in order to amass more power and support for our cause even further, then so be it.'

Ren gave a mental nod as he turned to face Igor, physically nodding at his request as he stood up and moved towards the guillotine area, Lavenza had to admit that she too was interested in what Persona Ren has acquired, enough to garner Igor's attention, which is why she moved to his left side so she can see clearly. Taking in a breath, Ren called the Doctor's new name out.

"Shadow. Come out."

At his summons, the shadow cast in front of him by the lights began to convulse and writhe, before the figure that hounded him in his previous dream emerged in his chilling the visage. He still looked the same as ever. A faceless apparition wearing his coat and his translucent gray shirt, with blaring red lights as eyes and tendrils flailing weakly from his coat. Lavenza had to rub her hands lightly due to his cold aura and Igor himself stood on his left side, amusement filling his face as he spoke.

"Very interesting. We have had a case of a Shadow who have nurtured an ego of his own, eventually gaining the potential of using Personas. But this is the first time we have had a soul that has deteriorated so much, he has been reduced to the form of a Shadow that has managed to retain his ego. Truly fascinating indeed…"

Ren stared at Igor with wide eyes as he gave his assessment of Shadow Doctor's current state. Just how many visitors has he gotten in his Velvet Room before he showed up for him to come to that conclusion? He turned to face Shadow with concern, but one look and he can tell that Shadow isn't having any nonsense.

"So, that is your diagnosis upon the form I am in now? Know that, lamentable as it is, we have no time for pleasantries with the amount of time we have in his slumber, Master of the Velvet Room. I have my own questions that demand answers, so I advise that you keep your answers concise."

Igor kept his amused look as he replied earnestly. "But of course. You are now an extension of the power our guest wields now, and thus we are obligated to assist you in any way as well. What is it do you wish to ask, Doctor?"

Ren didn't know if it was the connections between them, but he was sure that he felt irked to be called an extension of his strength. It was but a faint glimmer however, knowing that to be true, and returned to his cold tones.

"To begin, what is the power that Joker possesses? Can it be attributed to a form of Arts?"

"The power that Joker wields is known as Persona. A power birthed from his soul through a facet of the many personalities you carry within you. The power of Persona allows you to summon those sides of your own self as a manifestation, capable of channeling great power. As for its attributions, yes, you can classify it as a form of Arts. It is entirely different compared to the Originium Arts common in Terra, so please keep that in mind."

Igor's explanation became food for thought as Shadow drifted about, mulling about the information he received. Ren in the meantime grew quite surprised at how

"Persona… I have read my share of psychology, and I believe I understand what his power entails. Humans have to mask themselves in various personalities in order to meet the situation dealt before them, and it is fascinating to learn that through the power of this Persona, one can be capable of summoning these masks in the most literal fashion. And to think this is a form of Arts as well. Fascinating indeed."

Lavenza smiled at how Shadow quickly understood the roots of the power of Persona if his slightly lighter tone is of any indication, and decided to supply more information.

"The power of Persona is unique to each person, Doctor. As such, should one awaken to their powers, they can only wield one Persona at a time."

"Yet Joker is capable of wielding more than one Persona to great effect. I assume he is a special case?" Lavenza nodded to the question given as the inquirer looked at her.

"Yes. I am sure you are aware of the Arcana, Doctor, so I'll keep this brief. The Joker here represents the Fool Arcana, bearing limitless potential within himself. Such individuals are called Wild Cards, capable of wielding multiple Personas at one time."

"And I assume that as one who represents the Jester, the polar opposite of the Fool, would end up as a Wild Card as well?" Lavenza nodded once more, yet with a sad smile.

"You are correct, Doctor. However, with this world's circumstances, awakening to the power of Persona is almost impossible. I apologize once more for that."

Shadow merely opted to shake his head. "There is no need to apologize over fact. What is important is that I have obtained invaluable information, and that you and him have contributed to the endeavor tremendously, Attendant."

"I am happy to be of service, Doctor."

Lavenza smiled at Shadow's praise, and Ren can't help but smile as well along with Igor. Shadow may be cold and seem rude most of the time, but the way he speaks and his demeanor leave no room for lies. Every word he utters out is genuine and an example has been made before him.

'Heh. Feels as if I understand you better now.'

Satisfied with the information he has received, Shadow turned to face Ren, The same large orbs of red staring at him.

"The next time I resurface, it shall be of my own will, or in cases you deem of great importance, Joker. Farewell."

With the words spoken, the apparition dissolved into black wisps that sunk into the shadows. Ren immediately checked his soul if he's returned, and sure enough, he's loitering away in the dark corners of his soul. With a sigh, the Trickster turned to face Igor who kept his creepy grin on him 24/7.

"Well, that's over and done with. Anything else you want to add, Igor?" Ren spoke tiredly.

"One last matter, dear guest. And I assure you that is will be short. In order to prepare you for your perilous journey, we as residents of the border between mind and matter wish to bestow gifts to you, so that you find your quest easier. First, Master Philemon would like to gift you this mask before he left."

With the same smile upon him, Igor clasped his hands together. As he brought his hands apart, a white ethereal mask similar to his mask as the Joker was revealed to him. Ren can't help but feel a bit enamored at the sight, much like every time he earns a new mask in his repertoire.

"A Persona? What Persona is it?"

"A very special one from your old world, forged by Philemon himself to aid you on your quest. I trust that you will make good use of him."

Ren can't help but grin at the thought. "…I'll take it."

Igor nodded with his usual grin, letting Ren will the mask into colliding with his eyes, dissipating into blue flames as per usual. He can feel the new Persona making itself comfortable, and if his speech mannerisms and the Sapporo flashbacks flooding his mind were of any indication, Amiya is going to love him. And already he's already becoming friends with the other newcomer.

There was another form of power that he felt however, in which he decided to voice out in a curious tone. "I feel…different."

Igor can only chuckle at his remark. "Ah, I have forgotten that the Master carries yet another gift lying within that same mask. I am sure that based on your experience, you feel the need to expand the number of strategies you can emply with your Personas. Fear not. You will now be able to house more facets of your personalities within you at once. It is the least we can do."

Speak and you shall receive! Ren's smile came back, wider than before. He felt really thankful to him at that moment.

"Thanks a lot, Igor. I appreciate it."

Igor nodded in appreciation as he spoke once more.

"Now, I believe the time has come for you to return to the realm of dreams. Only a few hours remain before the day breaks, and as we are all well aware, sleep is important for humans."

"We will meet again, Trickster, in the near future. Sleep well."

"Appreciate it."

With the last words spoken, with lots of new info to process, the former Phantom Thief returned to his cell and straightened his coat before laying down on his metal bed. Ren felt himself being a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, he's happy that the residents of the Velvet Room are just as readily available to assist him on his new Journey. On the other hand, their services have come to a halt and now they have to wait at least half a week before they're back up and running once more. There's also the case of Philemon who has left the Velvet Room to deal with matters he doesn't have any clue about.

Well, no point ruminating on that for now. Ren's eyes began to close, the sound of chains going away as he drifted to sleep once more.

- Take Your Time -

6:12 AM / Sunny

Desert; 13 Km from the outskirts of Lungmen

December 24th, 1096

"Urgh…"

A tired groan escaped his lips as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he turned his head to look at the window. The world outside was an expansive desert as far as his eyes can see and the weather itself was sunny, which is typical desert climate at work. He's grateful enough to know that the dormitories that the whole Ark is air conditioned, if Amiya's hazy explanations were anything to go by. His room was relatively simple enough, and it mirrored his attic back at Leblanc somewhat. A bed near the window, a wide table, with a working PC on top which he can use to browse whatever he needs, and his mask laid on the table as well. He felt the need to have a workbench there due to his habit of making infiltration tools though. Perhaps he can ask someone if he can procure some furniture, because as he looked at the other side, there was literally nothing over there. Perhaps a coffee maker if he wanted to stay up late, a set of bookshelves to keep himself entertained, and a few plants here and there, as well as a comfy chair.

Room décor aside, Ren let out a yawn as he hauled himself upward, but soon stopped as he found Morgana sleeping on his torso. He can only let out a small smile as he began to shake him.

Some things just don't change.

"Morgana, wake up."

"Hrrm…Where's the sushi…"

Typical. Ren grinned as he decided to trick him. "There's salmon sushi on the table right now."

That was enough to wake up Morgana up, eyes jolting open as he jumped off his body looking everywhere for the supposed sushi. After realizing that there was no tasty seafood morsel in sight, the cat looked at Ren in annoyance.

"Did you just bamboozle me?"

"Yes. And if you hadn't woken up, I'd be stuck in bed all day, and I don't want anyone to forcefully drag me out."

With how nonchalant Ren is acting right now, the feline can only sigh as he continued to speak.

"Well, can't argue with that, especially after seeing the people we've bunched ourselves with. What do you say you go suit up, and we grab ourselves some breakfast?"

"Alright."

With his Rhodes Island coat hanged beside his bed, Ren swiftly grabbed it and quickly wore it, hands going into the sleeves. It was a brand new coat, free from blood stains and any other form of filth. He also decided to bring the mask, though he didn't choose to wear it, and instead hang it by the coat. Morgana visibly smirked as he observed Ren's new attire, all hooded up much like his time when he faked his death, and voiced his praise out in iconic fashion.

"Looking cool, Joker."

Ren himself smirked at his compliment. "Heh, when was the last time you said that?"

"You tell me."

A snort was heard from the Joker as he went over to the door and slid it sideways. Together, being a long reunited duo, stepped outside onto the well-lit hallways of the Ark, the home base of Rhodes Island. When he peered over to the Ark itself when they were getting close to the landing zone, he had to let out his surprise over how massive it looked, with everyone laughing at his expense. Amiya after she stopped from laughing decided to provide him the exact size.

"I asked the same question to Dr. Kal'tsit once before, Doctor. She said that the Ark is 810 meters long, 180 meters high, and 330 meters wide."

Ren ran the numbers in his head, wide eyed as he uttered another question. "…OK, if we're going to run comparisons to actual places, how long would the Ark be?"

"Probably as long as 90 soccer fields, Doctor Ren. What about it?"

Ace's amused reply made him run the comparisons. At the end of it all, he can only sigh heavily.

"I'm definitely sleeping after we land. No questions."

"None given."

Safe to say, the Ark is fucking gigantic.

Though, when put into retrospect, it made sense for an organization like Rhodes Island to have a home base this large. He's discarded the notion that Rhodes is but a mere company centered on pharmacy if his new role and yesterday's events had any say in the matter. With how large everyone's numbers are, they'd need a place as big as the Ark to serve as their home base. As they strolled through the dormitory halls. He can see people passing by as they prepared for a new day. Some chose to say hi to him, and Ren did so in return. Sometimes they would stop whenever someone asks to pet Morgana on the head, in which the feline smugly purred every single time. When asked about his condition, Ren would keep things brief and leave any critical information out, only saying that he is a stray.

The only problem was…

"Wait. Where is the cafeteria anyway?"

Morgana's realization immediately ailed both former Phantom Thieves with a sense of despair. Ren can only give an equally grating reply.

"Wait, you didn't ask the others where it was?!"

Morgana's look of terror as the question got thrown at him only confirmed their fears. Now that he thought about it, as soon as both of them landed, they haven't been given any sort of tour around the Ark at all. Granted, it took at least 10 hours for the whole heli convoy to arrive on Rhodes, and he was certain everyone agreed that all plans that they wished to enact would be better saved for tomorrow. Still, this has now left the ex-Phantom Thieves in a pickle. Since this is still early morning, Ren was sure that most people would still be sleeping, discounting the people that are…strolling…by…

"We clearly overthought this."

Ren deadpanned along with Morgana, slapping themselves mentally for making a big deal out of something with a simple solution. He was about to ask a passerby Operator to ask for directions, but was immediately interrupted when someone called to him.

"Excuse me, are you the Doctor?"

The Doctor in question turned to face the source, finding two horned women standing before them. The tall one wore a white and black button dress with a torn up cloak wrapped around her, complete with a pair of black heeled boots. She had long platinum blond hair if his eyes perceived the color correctly, and her face depicted serenity and curiosity. The short one wore a white shoulder cut dress with a (debatably) similar colored virgin killer dress underneath, paired with long boots. She had long blonde hair with a cap on her head, and her face also depicted curiosity, yet it felt blank.

Nevertheless, he decided to address the two in the most neutral expression he can muster.

"That would be me, yes. And you two ladies are…"

The tall woman let out a small hum before responding. "Ah, I apologize for forgetting about introductions. You may call me Shining. As for my friend…"

"Liz... though you can call me Nightingale if you want to. Pleased to meet you…" With how soft spoken she is, Ren would have assumed she is much like a doll. The Doctor nodded to their greetings and provided his own.

"I see. The name's Ren, and yes, I'm the Doctor. The little cat with me is Morgana."

Morgana raised his paw as a form of greeting, followed by a mewl. Shining smiled and nodded satisfactorily as Nightingale slowly crouched down and petted Morgana much like the other people that crossed by.

"It is a pleasure to meet you then, Doctor Ren. Would you like to join us for breakfast? We have heard much of your exploits from Nearl, and we wish to know you better as new fellows."

"Well, don't mind if we do. It's always nice to know my new co-workers better. I just hope Nearl hasn't been making exaggerations of what I did yesterday." Ren's casual reply made the Sarkaz chuckle.

"Don't worry. I know Nearl well enough to know she will not deviate from the truth. Shall we then?"

"Let's. Morgana, we're going."

The cat meowed in understanding as Shining helped Nightingale stand up, which made him narrow his eyes at the doll-like Sarkaz along with Ren. Nevertheless, they began their walk to the cafeteria together as they began conversing about yesterday.

- Take Your Time -

One thing was certain, he did not expect Shadow to comment on their newest companions, with an equally ominous comment as well.

'Hum… I did not expect one of the Confessors to join our ranks while I was gone. Interesting.' Ren, who was no stranger to his vague remarks at this point decided to question him.

'Shadow, what are you talking about? What the hell are the Confessors?"

Shadow decided to answer in a slightly heated tone as he spoke.

'The Confessors have been known to be a reclusive organization that has already existed during the war times. What is known as far as I remember is that they are exceptional warriors and healers of their own right.'

'So this goes back to your Warlord days. If that's the case, how can you be so sure that Shining is part of these so-called Confessors if they're so secretive like you say?' Ren pushed on the demand, with Shadow answering in a slightly colder fashion.

'I have seen some of their kind during the old times as a Warlord, and their presence on the battlefield is enough for me to take extra caution when handling them. and she bears the same presence as well, meaning that she must not be taken lightly. Take heed of my warning when forming relations with her, Joker. Though she may be our current ally, and an invaluable one for the matter, one cannot fully discern her true alignment until the time comes.'

Shadow's assessment of Shining only made him frown. His advice made some sense considering they just met, coupled with the somewhat troubling information. But then again, she seemed genuine enough in wanting to know him better, and she knows Nearl as well, who holds him in good regard. In the end, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

His frowning expression can be easily seen however, and Shining, who is practically as tall as him, voiced her concerns.

"Doctor?"

"Ah. Yes?" Ren quickly answered as he snapped out of his mental conversation.

"Is something the matter? You have gone into quietude for quite a while."

"It's nothing too serious, Shining. Don't worry."

"I see… Still, do not push yourself too hard. I do not wish for you to put needless strain on your body, considering what you have done the day before." Shining spoke with worry.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine. It's probably because my belly is yelling for me to-"

"Ah!"

His dismissive reply was cut off as Nightingale suddenly fell on her knees, alarming everyone present. Shining, Morgana, and even the passing Operators stopped and looked at her with alarm and worry, though Ren didn't miss the looks of pity as well.

One Operator in particular rushed towards her, and she was a familiar one indeed.

"Miss Nightingale! Are you alright?!"

Amiya came over as soon as she saw the soft-spoken Sarkaz on her knees in discomfort, clearly showing distress over her features.

"I'm fine, Amiya… Sorry for you worrying you."

"Hell no. You're definitely not fine. Shining, help me pull her up."

Ren wasted no time grabbing hold of Nightingale's hand along with Shining on her other hand, and they pulled her upward. Ren showed no signs of letting go with his hand though, and Amiya was the first to speak about that.

"Doctor?"

"Don't ask. Until we reach the cafeteria, I'm not going to let go of her hand in case she falls again. Understand, Amiya?"

The way he spoke so firmly caught the rabbit girl off guard as she stuttered. And if anyone dared to say that holding Nightingale's hand is lewd, Ren will drag the nearest offender towards a wall and shove his knife through their hands and wall on the spot, no questions asked.

"O-of course, Doctor! I'm happy to see you care for her a lot. Miss Nightingale has been through so much…"

Ren turned to face Amiya as she trailed off, seeing her shift around uncomfortably. The wayward Confessor (According to Shadow's claims) can only smile sadly at him, and Morgana faced him with a serious stare. Nightingale herself still had the same blank look, but he can feel her gratitude from her stare.

"Let's go."

Grabbing hold of Nightingale's hand, the group of 5 began continued their trip to the cafeteria, albeit at a slower pace. During the whole trip, the previous conversation had died out, and was replaced with talks about today's incoming events. At the time, Amiya came with a question loaded with concern.

"Speaking of fatigue, Doctor, how are you feeling today? You've done so much yesterday that you lost all your energy when we arrived."

"I've never felt better, Amiya. Feels nice to finally sleep in a proper bed. How about you?" Ren replied casually, leaving a bright expression on the rabbit girl.

"I'm doing well today! Though, we still have to be sure of your condition. So, we've scheduled a check-up with the Medical Department for you."

"Again, as long as nothing weird happens, I can agree."

"Doctor!"

Amiya groaned loudly at the Ren, making the group laugh at her expense. Even Nightingale chuckled softly at the interaction.

"I'm joking! I'm joking! Don't take it so seriously, Amiya." Ren consoled the rabbit girl as he waved his hands.

"Muu… By the way, can you come the Tactical Control Center on ground level after the check-up? We actually have a lot to discuss today."

"Got it. By the way, can you check Morgana as well? Preferably as soon as possible. It'd be bad if we got a case of infected animals like the ones Reunion used."

Morgana and Shining widened his eyes at hearing Ren's request, and Amiya readily answered.

"Okay, Doctor. We can actually run tests on him right now if we'd like. Is that okay with you, Morgana?"

Amiya turned to Morgana with a serious stare as he schooled his calm expression. As for how she knew his name, news spread quick about the extraction of the Ursus Student Self-Government Group on top of Ren's rescue. He was afraid that they may perceive them as unwanted guests. An unwarranted fear as they were immediately taken by the Operators that had already arrived to escort them. How he ended up sleeping in Ren's room is pretty much a matter of stealth.

'I wonder how Sonya and the others are faring right now… They did say they're getting an immediate visit to the medics yesterday.'

Nevertheless, Morgana nodded to the question, making Amiya smile. He didn't expect the young girl to pick him up so suddenly though.

"Thank you so much, Morgana! In that case, we should get going right away! We'll see you later, Doctor, Miss Shining, and Miss Nightingale!"

And just like that, Amiya ran away with Morgana in tow, eyes wide and sad as if he's regretting his decision. Ren, Shining, and Nightingale can only watch blankly as she turned right at the end of the hallway.

"…She is quite energetic." Ren was the first to speak.

"Indeed. But that is one of her many good qualities as a leader. With that said, what did you mean by earlier, Doctor?" The Confessor inquired Ren on the matter, in which he frowned, gritting his teeth at the thought.

"It's… Back at Chernobog, Reunion decided that it was a good idea to use Infected domestic animals as frontliners. Let's just say that committing crimes against my own morality made me go rabid that day, and nothing more.

Nightingale's face visibly frowned as she held Ren's hand tighter, while Shining processed the information with a look of lamentation.

"That is… heart-wrenching. To use such innocent creatures like so in the battlefield…"

"Loathsome indeed. I cannot imagine the rage you felt as you experienced it, but emotions are not best kept bottled up inside you. Thank you for sharing that with us, Doctor."

"It's not that much, but you're welcome anyway. How about we quicken the pace for a bit? My stomach is already growling. Are you alright with that, Nightingale?" Ren turned to face the doll-like woman.

"Yes, Doctor… Thank you for keeping me in mind."

Ren can't help but smile at her earnest reply as they began to move even quicker, albeit in moderation. Based on their interactions thus far, Shining and Nightingale are friendly and are quick to get on good terms with each other. Though, with Nightingale's conditions and Shining's status as a Confessor, no doubt that they each have their own secrets. Perhaps in due time, once he gets to know them better, they may be willing to divulge on their secrets. Full trust isn't built in a day after all.

Speaking of trust, how was Morgana faring?

- Take Your Time -

6:18 A.M / Sunny

Rhodes Island Medical Department

Morgana was sorely hoping that they have seafood snacks over at the Medical Department.

If he were to be honest, he was ashamed that he didn't realize the ramifications of his agreement until it was too late, and now he has no choice but to lie in the bed that he made for himself. Throughout the whole trip in Amiya's hands, he was groaning the whole trip in agony. If it helped in any way, Amiya ran quicker as he heard his groaning, thinking that he is not feeling so well.

Eventually, they reached the department in question as Amiya went through the automatic sliding door. It was a hallway still, but over at the sides, he can see through the windows many a doctor, physician, or researcher as they breezed through the hall. Eventually, they reached the end of the hallway, Morgana's eyes fully open as he inspected his surroundings. The area itself looked as if it was for the notable doctors and researchers. At least, that was his impression he saw the various strewn parts laid on a table along with various beakers in a room not far to the left. On his right, he saw various charts and lot of blood bags stored in lockers, and there are many other rooms as well, though some rooms are empty.

Speaking of the left, that was the door Amiya went inside. And Morgana was able to get a better look of what's inside. It was filled with metal cupboards that held lots of beakers and containers filled with liquids, along with stacks of papers. The air conditioner's breeze felt cool to the touch, and as he screened his surroundings more, he can see two people inside.

One was a young girl with burnt pale hair scrunched into two short ponytails, wearing a short white dress with a dark striped top with a brick patterned white coat wrapped around her shoulders. What was concerning to Morgana was the amount of black lesions she had on various parts of her body, which had the same shade to the Originium Shards that was scattered around Chernobog. The other one was a young woman with glasses, having brown hair with what seemed to be feathers protruding out of it. She was wearing quite an odd coat on her, with large buttons with openings that seemed too big for her lithe hands and decorated with straps. On her left arm she wore a large arm band with an infinity symbol slightly snipped near the intersection with a plus and minus sign filling the open spaces formed by the symbol itself. Amiya courteously greeted both of them as she approached them, eyes already on her and him.

"Miss Silence! Ifrit! Good morning!"

"Good morning, Amiya." Silence greeted her in a rather drowsy manner.

"Eh, morning Amiya. What's with the cat?" Ifrit on the other hand greeted with more nonchalance, eyeing Morgana as she spoke.

"Ah, it's actually under Doctor's request that Morgana here gets a medical check-up. Oripathy tests on top of the general ones as well. Can you help me with that?"

Silence nodded at the request given. "Of course. You can leave the cat to me while I work. Ifrit?"

"Yeah, Silence? You want me to leave you alone while you check the cat, right?" Ifrit questioned confidently, in which the doctor smiled.

"Yes. You can go with Amiya while I work. Just don't go overboard."

"Alright! Let's go, Amiya! You're telling me all about this Doctor!"

"Wait! Ifrit, hold up!"

Morgana was hastily placed on the rolling chair as Ifrit ran away outside, leaving behind an exasperated Amiya and a sighing Silence.

"Thank you again, Miss Silence! Morgana, please behave well during your check-up! Goodbye!"

Morgana visibly deadpanned as Amiya left the premises. Granted, that it's just the two of them, he decided to ask a question.

"That girl, Ifrit. She's quite energetic, isn't she?"

"Yes, but she can be quite the trouble-"

It took the owl a few seconds to register who the hell was asking the question. Her mind soon kicked in, and she immediately came to the conclusion that it was the cat of all people asking the question. She took a moment to wipe her glasses as she stared at the cat who waited for her patiently. Ptilopsis is going to enjoy analyzing his clinical data as soon as it was made. She was certain of it.

"How long have you been capable of speaking?"

"As long as I lived."

Silence remained… well, silent as she typed down Morgana's answers on his newly made medical file. All files, whether it be clinical analyses, interview results, conversations regarding someone or Operator combat prowess will have to be compiled and sent to the Archives maintained by the elusive Recorder and his assistant (and her fellow colleague), Ptilopsis, seeing as she's the data analyst assistant. She's had to deal with many patients back in Rhine Lab and here at Rhodes Island, but this is the first time she has to deal with a live talking animal. With how patient he seemed though, it doesn't look like it'll be much of a hassle.

"Surprised?" Morgana spoke in an amused tone.

"I'll admit, yes. And I'm sure the others will be just as surprised when word spreads out. Why do you keep that trait of yours a secret?" Silence questioned in a calm manner.

"Depends. Are talking cats normal?"

The owl let out a breath at the cat's reasoning. "…You've made a good point. With that said, I don't there's any need for introductions since we already know each other's names. But for politeness' sake, my name is Olivia Silence." She then took out a needle syringe out from her coat pocket.

"The name's Morgana. And blood tests? Is this for those Oripathy tests that Amiya keeps talking about?" Morgana stared at the needle on her hand, with the doctor having a small smile on her face.

"I see you've caught on. Yes, these blood tests are necessary in determining how much of your blood has begun to crystallize into Originium within your system."

Morgana's eyes visibly widened as he heard Silence's explanation, feeling the mild chill of alcohol on his left front limb as she prepared to take blood samples. "I'm sorry, Ms. Silence, but crystalize? Wouldn't that mean that our other systems will be infected as well if it's not treated immediately?"

"You're correct, Morgana. Left untreated, you may have Originium crystals growing on where you got the infection. Oripathy itself can also cause various physical and mental symptoms in… various ways."

Silence let out a mild yawn as she carefully stretched his left front leg and drew blood from Morgana, the cat wincing slightly as the needle penetrated his skin for a few seconds before it was pulled out. As he let out a breath while turning around, he continued his inquiries as he eyed the owl's current state while she dripped his blood onto a glass pint.

"Does your tired state count as a symptom as well?"

Silence nodded slowly as she pushed the pint under a nearby machine, activating it. "…You are a very perceptive cat. Yes, I myself am Infected, but I've stabilized myself. Don't worry for me that much. Now it's time for the imaging tests. Come with me."

Both doctor and patient left their chairs and moved to an area with a device that seemed like an X-ray of sorts, Morgana can only eye it as Silence tinkered with the console beside it, turning it on.

"X-rays?" Morgana asked as he turned to face Silence.

"Close to it, yes. It is more geared to circulatory systems and other organs for Oripathy detection. Can you go behind the partition glass?"

Morgana nodded as he walked behind the opaque black glass, opting to remain upright as the tests began. From here, he can hear the doctor pushing a myriad of buttons and the clicks of a mouse as he heard sounds similar to camera shutters. Silence would then tinker with a few more buttons, and then she was done.

"We're finished. Your medical check-up is complete, Morgana. Your results should be available in a few minutes, though it may take some time to have a custom Oripathy bracelet made for you. Have you already had breakfast?"

The owl can hear the cat's sigh beyond the glass as he answered. "Nope. Amiya just carried me off as soon as Ren gave her the say-so. I can't believe that guy!"

"Ren?"

"The Doctor. The one I heard was the main man to be rescued from Chernobog."

"I see, so that's his name. Still, I suppose it's a natural childish impulsion that Amiya carried you here. I overheard that you came along with 5 students and I must admit that they are very lucky to have found us." Silence wearily walked back to her chair, with Morgana tailing behind and leaping onto the chair across her.

"How are they? They didn't get infected, did they?"

"Don't worry. They're confirmed to be uninfected, and their physical state can recover through enough sleep and rest. But anyone can clearly see that their mental state has suffered during the Invasion. You've been with them as well, yes?" Silence narrowed her eyes curiously.

"Yeah… And I honestly have to agree with you there. It'd be a miracle if their mental states didn't suffer a dent through all that." Morgana frowned as his memories of Chernobog raged within him like wildfire. A sight Silence can't help but frown about as well.

"Hmm…Why don't we talk this over breakfast? I haven't eaten breakfast as well, and it's absolutely vital that both of us have our share of food. Especially you since you just had blood drawn."

"I'll take it!"

With that agreement spoken, both owl and cat got off their chairs, both of them yawning for different reasons as they walked out of the personal lab, bellies rumbling as they strolled through the hallway. Other than the food, Silence has the looks and capabilities of a professional. If she can help the U.S.S.G through his stories, then he'll provide all the info she'll need.

He just hopes Sonya won't be coming for him with her axe for being a blabbermouth. Getting carried by Silence felt nice though, seeing as the shot just kicked in.

- Take Your Time -

6:28 A.M / Sunny

Rhodes Island Medical Department

Ren found himself shaking his head with a frown as he walked on the hallways after splitting away from the 2 members of the Followers, a once wandering faction with the two women and Nearl as its sole members.

'What the hell did Nightingale go through back then? It's bad enough being infected with Oripathy, but this…'

The conversation skimmed past his head as good as day.

"So tell me. What's up with Nightingale? How she fell doesn't seem normal." Ren questioned as he ate his share of chicken soup.

"Ah. That is… Have you not read her files, Doctor?" Shining asked back with a dour tone.

"I just got here, and I haven't been assigned to my new position yet, so excuse me if I have to ask like this."

"It's alright, Doctor. Rather, maybe it will be better if I tell you myself."

And so Nightingale began to list down every single ailment that she currently has. Memory loss, inhalation of Originium toxins, lower limb deficiency, numbness of facial nerves, and a crap ton of other ailments that somehow makes her Oripathy condition of all things seem like a joke despite how severe it was. The crueler irony was the fact that Nightingale herself is an exceptional medic, yet she can't even heal her own ailments due to said memory lapses, the fact supplied by Shining in a sad tone. Safe to say, his mood soured greatly and he lost his appetite, making him finish his soup quickly just to get it over with.

By the way, even though he ate quickly, the soup was all good. Compliments to the chef. He also saw Morgana on one of the tables, chewing on a chunk of boiled meat with a woman in a white coat. Maybe it was his doctor who accompanied him for breakfast, seeing her eating her soup.

Nevertheless, Shining's directions pointed him to the second door on the straight hallway. A wide door that automatically slid open before him, revealing another hallway with an entirely different color scheme. Windows lined up the walls as he stepped through the halls, showing many doctors and researchers in their respective rooms. He can only wonder if Shadow was like this as well back then during his time. After a bit of time however, he heard nothing.

'No response, huh? Not so social as always.'

'You tell me. That shady guy told me to hold point here, so here I am.'

The response made him stop in his tracks for a bit before he resumed his walk once more. He's had this 'symptom' ever since his Wild Card status, and it's one he quickly grew used to. With a snort, he addressed his newly found Persona.

'I see. Anyway, I'm guessing that you're one of the new guys?'

'Yup. Name's Imp. One of your newborn masks, bound to our contract until you make it nil. Ya want stuff blown to shit? I got you covered.'

The Persona in question spoke in a brisk upbeat manner, a bit on the deep side, but filled with vigor. One thing's certain, he's gonna like having him around.

'Nice. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised that the first Persona I got from W is a demolition expert.' Ren smiled as he traversed the hallways, mentally conversing with Imp.

'Yep. And I'd say you made a good choice hooking up with a hot Sarkaz like her. Let me just say that you're a fine looker yourself. I'd be surprised if the girls haven't passed out from seeing you at first glance!' The youthful Sarkaz Persona laughed jovially.

'It's called professionalism. Even among mercenaries, you have to maintain some sort of degree. You have to know that, right?' Ren replied in a calm tone, amused at his judgement.

'What with me not having any new jobs at the moment, buddy, I'd say I have every right to relax. And right now, my off time involves me seeing and hearing through you.' The Imp replied ever so casually.

'Fine by me. Make yourself comfortable.' An equally casual reply from the Doctor.

'Sweet. Let's see what's up with your new home base.'

Ren can only shrug mentally as the Imp made himself comfortable at his forefront, possibly viewing the things he sees as if he's on a cinema. That aside, Ren has no idea where he's supposed to go now. He's now in some widened hallway with rooms inched in every corner, with name plate holders near the doors, some filled and some empty. He deduced that this hallway is meant for the special ones, who require their own room to do whatever they need. The problem now however is which door to go to. The first door on the left had no one inside, so probability dictates that the person was having breakfast. He decided to go inside the next nearest door, the door on the right.

'Hoy, Ren. Is it just me, or does this room scream blood bank more than medical?'

At the Imp's quip, Ren can only nod silently. Blood bags and triages filled his sight as far as his eyes can see. Stacks of books and documents can be seen littering one whole table on the far side, and a surgical table is simply plopped right in the middle of him. Before he decided to make an unnecessary comment…

"Are you Doctor Ren? I didn't expect Amiya to tell me that you have frizzy hair, or any facial feature since you always wear a mask as far as I remember."

Ren turned to face the person who addressed him. A young woman wearing a white dress and black vest on top with a banner wrapped around her arm with a control pad logo (funnily enough). Long silver hair, insanely pale skin, red eyes that brimmed with curiosity, and pointy ears. If he's going by the tropes and stereotypes…

"Yes, I'm Doctor Ren. And I didn't expect a vampire of all people to be the one to do my check-up. How funnily ironic."

Ren's snarky reply made the vampire chuckle with a smile as she continued.

"True. I heard you got yourself a case of amnesia, and I have to say, you've gotten quite a shift of personality. Anyway, I doubt you'd remember my name, so I'll introduce myself again. My name is Warfarin, head of the Rhodes Island Blood Bank. I'll be in charge of your medical check-ups, on top of your Oripathy test today."

Ren smiled back as he did a slight bow. Pretty sure he doesn't need to ask her age if that's the case. "Pleased to meet you then. I'm guessing the medical check involves getting blood work done? I have to admit, you're a sly one if that's your main modus operandi for eating."

Warfarin found herself flustered at Ren's comment, which made him grin widely. "Y-you should know that I'm a professional! I know the difference between my patients and food! You know what? Just get on the table!"

Ren did nothing other than laughing his ass off as he obeyed the vampire doctor's orders, taking off his coat before laying down on the surgery table. Warfarin, flustered as she is, let out a huff as she took a syringe needle out of her bag as she stared at Ren, who was still smiling.

"Roll up your sleeve."

"Sure. As long as my collar is not involved."

Warfarin can only sigh in defeat as Ren rolled his sleeve up. The good Doctor had his good share of shots and vaccinations back on Earth, and much like the previous ones, it was quick and painless with the usual procedures. Peering over the syringe filled with blood, the vampiric doctor dropped the blood in the syringe onto a pint.

"OK, now to cleanse the shot area. Don't… move…"

How Warfarin just trailed off is enough to cause Ren concern. "Uh… Warfarin?"

As soon as Ren looked at Warfarin's face, he noticed that Warfarin was starting at where he got shot, as if she was entranced. The Imp gave a rather accurate description of what Warfarin is currently experiencing in the blatantly crude manner.

'Ho-oh. That's the look of someone who's horny AND hungry by vampire standards. You might wanna run, buddy.'

"Your blood…hah…hah… the smell…the taste… I…" Warfarin deliriously spoke with shades of red on her cheeks which gave Ren enough of a warning sign.

'You know what? You're right.'

"Fuck this shit. I'm out!"

Before he can make a move, the vampire got the jump on him, grabbing hold of his hands as she straddled him. Shorter than him she may be, but her vampire status gave her great strength. Add that to how weak his body is, and he can't do anything to break free from her grasp, even if he added Imp's power to the mix. What did Warfarin say about being a professional again?!

'Welp. Looks like you're fucked, possibly literally. Look on the bright side! At least a cute girl is straddling you while in heat!' The imp commented ever so casually, and Ren isn't having any of this shit.

'You're not even helping me at all! Why don't I just bring you up so you can drag me out of this mess?!'

'And risk exposing your powers in some place completely safe and friendly? Hell no! Besides, you haven't even made your powers public to everyone in Rhodes yet! Also, I'm more of a Sniper, but right now I'm no good in the strength department, especially against a horny vampire.'

Ren found himself begrudgingly cursing his own mistake after hearing the Imp's reasoning. '…Goddammit.'

"Doctor…~"

His attention was brought back to Warfarin, clearly looking intoxicated with eyes that viewed him as if he was prey. Ren continued to struggle, futile as it is.

'I'll be seeing you later, buddy. That is, if you survive.'

Ignoring the imp's blatant declaration of abandonment, Ren pleadingly cried out to the hungry vampire. "Warfarin, snap out of it! You're going nuts!"

"Nuts? No… I haven't really had breakfast, that's all~. Can I feed on you, Doctor? It won't hurt~" Warfarin spoke in such a sultry tone that it slightly terrified the poor man.

"Fuck that! What are the chances that I end up being a vampire like you?" Ren heatedly shot back.

"You really have forgotten, haven't you…? Don't worry, you won't be a vampire Sarkaz with just a single bite~. Now stay still…~"

Damn that blood work. He cursed repeatedly as he is losing energy fast as he struggled. Warfarin slowly but surely got closer to the nape of his neck as she brought his arms closer to his sides and wrapped her arms around his whole body. With how constrained his current condition is now, he has no choice but to relent.

"Thank you for the meal…Doctor~."

At that moment, Ren can safely say that this is his worst experience with a medical practitioner, ever.

- Take Your Time -

"I'm so, so sorry for my unprofessional behavior, Doctor!"

Ren can only deadpan in the face of Warfarin's feverish apology. She had her sweet time drinking his blood as he tried his hardest to stifle his pain. Only when he screamed did she snap out of her dreamy stupor. And in the next few minutes, she patched up the bite wound she inflicted as well as performed the mandatory X-ray imaging tests on the good Doctor at record time. Whether her speed was because of her embarrassment or her recent meal is up to anyone's guess.

"You know, you're lucky I already had breakfast. Otherwise I would have called for a restraining order if there was one." Ren continued on with his still deadpanned expression.

"Look, I already apologized, so can you please lay off that issue already?! Your test results will show in a matter of minutes, and you already have your new Oripathy monitor bracelet on you! You don't have anything else to do here, right?" Warfarin sighed in pain as he continued to stare at her, the man in question just opting to sit by the surgical table.

"You're not really regretting what you did earlier, did you?"

"…Frankly, no. Your blood just smells so good and tasty." This woman…

"You ass. What's the deal with my blood anyway? Is it really that tasty?" Ren spoke with a tone that demanded straightforwardness.

"Honestly, I don't even know why your blood manages to make me like this. Other than the recent taste and general smell, there's just something in that blood of yours that just feels so…attractive. No one else's blood makes me like this!"

Philemon forbid he meets other vampires who has even a slither less self-control than Warfarin in the future. On the flip side, that served as a reminder that while his soul and mind is dominating, this is still Shadow's body. And if he were to be honest, he's quite curious on how his body is like on the inside, not just outside. Warfarin may seem like she has a screw loose in her impulses if his bite mark is of any indication, along with a negligence for consequence. But as she says, she's a professional that is devoted to what she does, and her expertise may help him in the future as he continues his life in Rhodes Island.

"You know what? What if we make a deal? I want you to find out what my blood is capable of, and tell me all your findings on it. Got it?"

The vampiric medic furrowed her brows at the proposition offered to her. "You're asking me, Doctor? Wouldn't it be easier to just take it up with Dr. Kal'tsit? She's the head of the Medical Department, after all."

Ren can only let out a breath as he gave his own reasons. "Let's be honest. The top brass may not like what I am trying to do and will shut my deal down from the start. Plus, with all these triages and blood bags, it's clear you're the blood expert in these parts. And wouldn't it better to ask an expert?"

Warfarin found herself ruminating over Ren's reasoning. The vampire was one of Rhodes Island's founding members, working as a Medic operator before Rhodes Island even came into being. Or more precisely, during the civil war times. She's seen how both the Doctor and Kal'tsit interacted back then. And to be honest, Ren is right. Those two are really not on the best of terms back then, and right now, Kal'tsit's opinion seems to have worsened over past events that she would rather not divulge. Hell, she was initially against Doctor's rescue operation until Amiya won over her after much argument. Plus, a private joint project between her and Ren could lead to either some great breakthroughs, or end up being a fun way to indulge in their curiosities at the end. Of course, she needs to know what's in it for her. One sides deals are always a no show.

"If I do agree with you, Doctor. What do I get?"

"Under my succinct permission once I have my new job station, I'll allow you to suck my blood, preferably in private. What do you say?"

That was enough for Warfarin to agree with his proposal. The chance to drink his succulent blood without much trouble and the risk of a restraining order is too big to miss.

"Deal."

Both doctors with entirely different managements (if combat managements even exist) shook hands. And Ren soon found a voice in his head once more.

"I am thou, thou art I."

"Thou hast awakened to a new bond."

"It shall become the second wind that floweth on the wings of rebellion."

"With the fostering of the Devil Arcana, you have acquired a new facet of strength that will assist you in perilous times ahead…"

'Wait a minute. Devil Arcana?'

That alone confused Ren on multiple fronts. He was dead certain that he has already established W as his confidant of the Devil Arcana, so why the hell is he getting another confidant of the same Arcana? He'll have to ask Igor on the matter the next time they meet.

In the meantime, Warfarin stared at him in curiosity as she uttered a question. "Say, while you're here, rumor mills say that you have a really powerful form of Arts. Is this true, Doctor?"

With such a question, the best route is to give a dismissive answer. "You could say that. Not even sure if my Arts is attributed to Originium at all.

The vampire medic smirked at such a prospect. "An Arts not attributed to Originium is an enigma in itself. I'm surprised no one pressed you further for more information."

Ren can only sigh tiredly as Warfarin brought that up. "If you ask me, I'm gonna bet that Dobermann and Amiya will grill me about it at the Control Center. Ms. Instructor even promised that she WILL interrogate me about it no matter what." He proceeded to don his clean mask and wear his hooded coat, which made Warfarin pout slightly before going back to her usual expression. He can't blame her, really. He's got the looks.

"Well, I may as well tag along with you. Seeing that you have amnesia, you clearly have no idea where the Control Center is. I'm not going to miss on an explanation of your Arts. No one will."

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Ren was thoroughly relieved, and Warfarin can only chuckle.

"Don't worry about it. We're co-workers, aren't we?"

"True. Shall we go?"

The vampire medic nodded as they left her personal office together with many thoughts circulating in her head, but mostly excitement with how much experimentations she'll be able to do with Doctor's blood, as well as their private feeding times. With Ren though, he was having his own conversations.

'Hoy, Ren. Congratulations! You lived, and managed to get a new resident in our humble home! Let me tell you, about time we got a chick in our roster, and she looks just as cute as that Warfarin!'

'Ah, shut up. I'm still sore over you leaving me out to rot.' Ren drawled out in an unamused manner.

'Chill out, buddy. What matters is that you're slowly gaining more power and friends in this new life of yours. We haven't even reached the conflict moments, so just hold your horses and enjoy the peace time you have for now.' As casual as the Imp was, Ren had to agree with him. Yet he deadpanned mentally all the same.

'You know what, Walter? You're right. I should just relax for now. The issue is how I am going to relax with Dobermann of all people interrogating me with that whip of hers.'

'You're both fellow co-workers and fellow combat allies! There's no way she'll just pull the… Wait. Walter?' Imp suddenly halted his pep talk over the name Ren spoke up.

'Yeah. Seeing that there's no way W actually has a single letter as a name, I'm giving you a nickname that starts with her name. How about it?'

'Walter… Yeah, yeah! You got a real good point there, Ren! For a guy like me, a cool name like that is surely gonna make waves in my debut out there! Thanks, buddy!' The imp, now nicknamed Walter was thoroughly grateful. Being a Persona fashioned over a Sarkaz mercenary who often don't have their own names, given his own unique name was a huge deal. Ren himself didn't know though, yet he chuckled regardless.

'No sweat. Now go make our new resident comfortable.'

'You got it, pal. Let's see how the new Walter charm rolls!'

Walter the Imp immediately left the forefront of his mind. With how happy he is, he can't help but smile. Perhaps there was some special significance for the Persona when he gave him that name. Perhaps he'll ask him when given the time.

And for once, the mask proved useful for concealing his expressions. Otherwise Warfarin who is walking alongside him would ask needless questions.

- Take Your Time –

6:41 A.M / Sunny

Rhodes Island Control Center

If he were to compare the Rhodes Island Control Center to something, Ren would compare it to a huge CCTV room.

Many screens were laden on the front wall featuring live feeds of the happenings in the many rooms of Rhodes Island. In this dark room lit with lights, wide computers lined the rows on the sides of the center stairway leading down to the screens in mention, maintained and used by many Operators for various reasons.

But inspecting the layout of the room is not in his to-do list, for Dobermann was waiting for him. Ren was expecting Amiya as well, but she wasn't here.

"I was wondering why you were late, Dr. Ren. But after seeing Warfarin next to you, I can see why. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble."

Warfarin was doing her hardest to maintain a calm façade, so Ren decided to lie. "There was no issues to be had during the check-up, Dobermann. It went smoothly, all things considered."

The instructor let out a sigh of relief, and so did Warfarin, although the medic didn't show it. "That's good. Our senior medic has a reputation of giving in to impulse along with many weird things. We've had many Operators fearing her because of it."

Under the scrutinizing glare of Ren after hearing that fact, the vampire medic can only sweat. "Desire to interrogate Warfarin aside, let's get to the point. I assume that you want to talk to me regarding my Arts?" Dobermann nodded at Ren's guess.

"Correct, Doctor. However, that will have to wait. We have guests currently in the reception room, and Amiya is currently tending to him. Initially, he came with the proposal for a cooperation between his and our companies. But, before we can begin, he wishes to meet with you."

Ren can only narrow his eyes in concern after hearing Dobermann's reasons of delay. It would be no trouble if it was Amiya only who the person had business with, but with him?

"Well, that's concerning. We just extracted Doctor from Chernobog. If it was just Amiya, sure. But for that person to know of Doctor being here this early? Isn't it a bit too suspicious?" Warfarin voiced the thoughts in Ren's mind, in which Ren decided to waste no time.

"Who're the guests?"

"2 men with the names Philemon Kaleidus and Zenkichi Hasegawa, claiming to be from Midsummer's Dream Laboratories."

And again, Ren was grateful that he donned his mask. Now it's his turn to try his damnedest in staying calm.

"Dobermann, take me to them."

With how straight to the point he's being, the instructor had no choice but to comply, and Ren along with Warfarin trailed behind her. Pushing the door in front of her, The 3 newcomers were greeted with the sight of 2 men sitting on a sofa, sipping down their cups of tea, with Amiya doing the same. One of them is wearing long black pants paired with a white blazer and black shirt underneath. The other is fully decked out in businessman attire, complete with the suit and tie along with a white shirt underneath. To Dobermann and Warfarin, they seemed like a pair of businessmen with shady motives based on their observations, especially since the ponytailed man in white blazer opted to wear a mask that only revealed the lower right side of his face.

To Ren however, he was slowly losing his shit. Especially when he noticed that the man who he was sure was Zenkichi had wolf ears.

"Amiya, I've brought the Doctor. He came later than expected due to some delay on Warfarin's behalf, but it's excusable."

Warfarin looked at Dobermann in annoyance over her report. "Excuse me, but you know I take my work seriously, Dobermann! Amiya, I assure you that I haven't done anything unscrupulous!"

Dobermann rolled her eyes over the vampire's claims as she moved behind Amiya. The rabbit herself had a soft smile as she addressed one of the guests. "It's alright, Warfarin. I know you haven't done anything wrong to the Doctor, for now at least. Mr. Philemon, how was the tea?" Ren was sure he heard Warfarin deflate lifelessly at Amiya's words.

"It is exquisite, Ms. Amiya. I thank you for the hospitality you have provided."

"Gotta agree with Phil here. It's been a while since I had some good tea. I'm more of a coffee man myself, but this is a good brew! You did good, kid."

"Thank you, both of you. It makes me happy to see our guests happy during their stay in Rhodes Island." Amiya had a genuine smile as her guests complimented her tea. Dobermann can only smile slightly before clearing her throat.

"As much as I don't mind this scene, I believe it's time we go into business. What does the CEO of Midsummer Labs want with Rhodes Island?"

"I assure you, Ms. Dobermann. Our reasons for coming will serve to benefit our causes well. But before we proceed with business, as per my conditions, I wish to have a private discussion with the Doctor, man-to-man. May we have the time to do so?" Dobermann's eyes narrowed in suspicion over Philemon's request, while Amiya's eyes were filled with weariness.

"Why is it that you require only the Doctor's presence and not the others?" Philemon tapped the table once before placing his hands on his lap, crossing his fingers.

"It is in my best interests that our private discussion will hopefully cement the foundation of future cooperation of both our companies to the fullest in the near future. I understand that you have your suspicions, Ms. Dobermann and Ms. Amiya. But this is necessary, and it is of vital importance that this discussion occurs."

Dobermann didn't stop her glare towards Philemon who seemed unerringly calm. Rhodes Island has secured the cooperation of famed companies like Blacksteel, Penguin Logistics, Raythean, and Rhine Labs. But this is the first time she has ever heard of Midsummer Labs, and it felt right to be cautious just in case, especially when their CEO has personally come to talk matters.

Amiya on the other hand mulled over the request with her eyes closed. And after much thought…

"Very well, Mr. Philemon. You can have a private talk with Doctor if you want."

Philemon visibly smiled under his mask, while Dobermann looked at Amiya in worry.

"Amiya, are you sure?"

"It's alright, Instructor. I know you're worried for Doctor Ren as well, but I trust him. I know Doctor can help us secure a cooperation between us. If anything goes wrong, he can just call for us. Doctor Ren, will you be alright doing negotiations alone?"

Ren Amamiya, who was stuck in mindless stupor, snapped out of it when Amiya called her out. Warfarin found herself staring at him in curiosity. He seemed so out of it.

"Uh, yeah. You can leave it to me, Amiya. Dobermann, don't worry, I can handle this."

Amiya beamed with a smile as she stood up from the sofa, while the instructor sighed at how the situation turned out. Philemon in the meantime nodded at the outcome.

"You have my sincerest gratitude, Ms. Amiya. Your trust will not be wasted upon me for this matter. Mr. Zenkichi, perhaps you should accompany the young leader for breakfast. You haven't eaten yet, yes?"

The businessman let out a pained sigh as he stood up, which all confirmed Ren's suspicion. "And this is coming from the man who dragged my ass out since dinner. It's a good thing there's a cafeteria in this base. Kid, mind touring me as we go?"

"Of course, Mr. Zenkichi! Right this way!"

The young leader nodded earnestly as she left the room, followed by Zenkichi and Dobermann who decided to drag Warfarin out as well, much to her displeasure. As the instructor left the room…

"Keep an eye on Philemon, Doctor. I don't trust him." Dobermann whispered as she went.

"Definitely."

Ren didn't need to think twice on being cautious around the Progenitor of Persona, someone who had decidedly abandoned his watcher role to act more actively in whatever issue he needed his help with. As soon as it was only the two of them, Ren sat on the sofa Amiya occupied, narrowing his eyes at the man before him as he took off his mask and placed it on the glass table, looking the same as ever.

If anything, he's lucky the Reception Room has no CCTVs installed.

"Why don't we free ourselves from our masks, Ren? There is no need to hide ourselves from each other."

Ren did as Philemon suggested, taking off his mask and placing it on his side of the table. "You have no idea how many questions I want to ask you, Phil. It's not like you to mess up this hard."

"Of that, I am certain on both accounts. I have received news of your last visit from Igor. And I have to say that mistakes can truly lead to progress. I imagine it must be uncomfortable for you, however. And for that, I apologize."

Ren can only narrow his eyes harder at Philemon's words.

"The fact remains that the previous host of this body ended up being a living host in my soul and ended up being one of my Personas. But frankly? That pales in comparison to your promise from earlier. You told me that Terra is fucked, but I didn't know it was THAT fucked. Not only do I have to deal with an organization of oppressed minorities, but then I learned that their governments are even more fucked! What the hell!"

Philemon visibly frowned as he fidgeted with his fingers, feeling Ren's fury at the subject.

"I am aware of the hardships you had to endure to make it this far, Ren Amamiya. And believe me when I admit that I find no enjoyment in your slaughter as you made your daring escape with your new cohorts. I too have made my investigations into this world, and my further discoveries have led me into the same opinion that you hold. This world is ruined beyond compare, and it is my wish that on top of my objectives in supervising this land, Terra can be brought into a brighter future with you as one of my many proxies."

Both men drank their respective teas to calm their own nerves as Ren mulled over the situation. True to his word, Philemon has given his role as an observer the middle finger considering that he's now sitting right in front of him now. There's also the case of the Velvet Room being currently out of service, and that Philemon holds the cards in when it will return to business. How will he even be able to fuse Personas without Igor and Lavenza?

"You know what? Since we are both organization heads, what if we treat this as a deal, Phil? If I were to agree to aid you further, what's in it for me?"

Philemon can't help but laugh at Ren's proposition. "I suppose I cannot evade the law of equivalent exchange when I make requests of you, Ren Amamiya. Very well then. I am aware of the Velvet Room's condition during your last visit, and I know your great need to improve your Personas and fuse even stronger ones. However, to get it back up and running, I require the cooperation of Rhodes Island to ensure smooth services. Not only will you be able to make full use of the Velvet Room once it is active once more, but I will teach you techniques that will allow you to ensure the survival of your fellows, as well as acquiring Personas. What do you say?"

That was new to Ren. If he wants to get the Velvet Room back, Philemon needs Rhodes Island's help? In what way does he need their help? Anyway, it's pretty obvious that he's going to need the full help of Phil's crew if he's going to survive in Terra, so he shook the Progenitor's proffered hand.

"Deal."

It was then that a familiar voice rang within him.

"I am thou, thou art I."

"Thou hast acquired a new bond."

"It shall become the second wind that floweth on the wings of rebellion."

"With the growth of the World Arcana, you have walked the first step in your new journey, to usher freedom in this ruined world…"

The World Arcana. Fulfillment and harmony, also known as the last triumph. A gift that Igor and Lavenza gave to him at the end of his first Journey. To think he'd forge a Confidant link with Philemon of all people in this situation though. Philemon's face had a grateful expression as they shook hands before they separated, shifting to his neutral expression.

"Now, I believe you owe me an explanation."

Philemon nodded in agreement. "Yes. With the time given, I must elaborate on the threats I mentioned when we first met, starting from the beginning."

Ren silently crossed his fingers between each other as he girded himself for the long conversation to come. Especially since it concerns his home world and how Philemon came to Terra in the first place. As Philemon opened his mouth, he was greeted with this one question.

"Have you ever heard of the Kirijo Group, Ren?"

- Take Your Time -

6:50 A.M / Sunny

Rhodes Island Cafeteria, Men's Restroom

How did his life come to this point?

In his all his days as detective, reincarnation into some dystopian hell of a world loaded with kemonomimis is certainly not in his to-do list.

Zenkichi Hasegawa, once a public security detective turned chief commissioner of the Kyoto Police Department, once a public security detective AGAIN in the Lungmen Guard Department, and now a so-called Guard Operator working under a man that had reincarnated him. Seriously, what was Phil's deal? Dragging his ass back from the dead just so he can do some dirty work for him? He would have declined his offer on the spot if he was an asshole. Given that he is being very polite when they first met, he was willing to throw him a bone. How they met even made him question if he somehow drank too much last night, until that long nosed geezer told him he was dead if his hospital garb is of any indication.

And then comes the fact that he has been watching humanity as a whole. A fact he was sure no one will believe on account for how creepy it is. With how their interactions went however, Philemon seems to have a high regard for humanity, seeing them as beings of capable of great progress, and he would be right. Hell, by the time he died, humanity now had 2 planets to call home. It was hard to terraform Mars though, but they eventually got the job done.

As for the reasoning behind his decision to reincarnate him, Philemon seemed awfully evasive, only answering that Terra has a potential to be dangerous to Earth, and that he desires to have scouts watching over the world to keep an eye for potential threats. With the offer given to him, Zenkichi found himself gauging his thoughts, risks and benefits weighing in his mind until Ren was mentioned. That spunk of a punk that rose to be the boss of his café-slash-home. Nevertheless, his time spent with them during that one summer vacation and afterward proved that the kid is a good natured one, and a rare person who would rise against common, yet unjust norms in his own way. Apparently Phil owed him a huge deal, and he planned for Ren to enter Terra as well, and he wanted to at least have people familiar to him by his side.

"I would be truly grateful if you are willing to undergo this mission, Mr. Zenkichi, bearer of the Apostle Arcana. When the time comes, I do not want the Trickster to only have Morgana as his only companion. He will need all the help he can, when the time comes."

The ex-commissioner furrowed his brows as he mulled over the offer. In the end, he sighed.

"You know what, Phil? You already went through the trouble of setting this whole meeting up. And I can't really abandon that kid when I know he's prone to making trouble even now if what you said is true. You know what? I'm in."

Philemon smiled as he earned Zenkichi's approval. But the Apostle also had his own words.

"But listen well, Phil. Don't you even try dragging Ren into this when he's still alive. The guy's still have a life ahead of him even if his future is secured. Let him live his life in peace until he passes away, or else."

Philemon didn't miss the clear threat dangling overhead as he nodded with a calm smile.

"You have my word, my friend. Humans must be left to walk their own path. It would be foolish of me to knock them away from it."

And with that said, Zenkichi sailed onto his new life on Terra, maintaining his mind, soul, and surprisingly his face while in a newly reborn body. And already he had plans to restart his life back as a detective, beginning over at the Victorian Royal Guard Academy, and then enlisting under the Lungmen Guard Department's Public Security Division before Philemon came along. Good fellows, a well-paid job, and a fair share of interesting bosses that he met usually in his office. Ch'en is too much of a workaholic and a hardass for his liking, and Beatrix has her hands full with dealing with the gossipers behind her back and other things. The only boss he managed to get along with frequently was with Hoshiguma, and that was because they frequent the same bar. Goddamn onis and their high alcohol tolerance. He's just grateful that the superintendent didn't drink much in general.

Right now though, he is in a toilet stall near a cafeteria on a massive moving base belonging to a company named Rhodes Island after being dragged out by his new boss right after yesterday's dinner. With him was a cat he literally grabbed by the collar, a cat he was certain he will never see again. A cat that is sitting on the closed toilet seat, eyeing him in amusement while holding something in.

"…Morgana, is that you?"

"Pfft…"

The cat in question proceeded to laugh his ass off.

"Hahahahahaha! I can't believe you gave out that exact same reaction when I called you out! It was priceless!"

The stock embarrassment on his face was clear when that was brought up. Anyone who remembered how they first interacted through speech would laugh their ass off. "Oh, buzz off the case, kitty! We had to deal with a live talking penguin a few days ago, and now you come along?!"

Morgana continued his fit of laughter much to Zenkichi's chagrin, which would go on for a solid minute before the cat wore himself out. In annoyance, Zenkichi spoke once more. "You know what, Morgana? I think it's best you told me why you're here before that kid…Amiya was it, got worried for both of us for going on a potty break for too long."

Morgana replied in an equally tired tone, stifling some laughter. "I got told to look after Ren after Master Philemon reincarnated him. Let's just say that the circumstances to our meeting ended up being a lot more hectic than expected. How's you?"

Zenkichi can only sigh at Morgana's explanation. Trouble always seemed to follow the two everywhere. "Got myself personally scouted by Phil to get a second life and a second job as one of his scouts. So, that guy finally got himself into this good world, huh?"

Zenkichi's sarcastic question was met with a sigh. If anything, it's a good thing there's no one in the toilets now. "Yep. Ren already went and awakened his Persona, except now we're stuck butting heads with a rebel group bent on equality for the oppressed, except they've gone too far."

The ex-detective can only smile dryly at the reply. "You know what's funny? You used to be in a rebel group under similar goals led by Ren. Good thing you kids got a good head on your shoulders. The police would have their hands full if you're part of the bad folks."

Morgana let out a chuckle at Zenkichi's remark. The irony is clearly not lost on the both of them as members of the Phantom Thieves. Though, a thought immediately crossed his mind at Zenkichi's words.

"Scouts? You mean there's more?"

The Wolf's eyes widened at Morgana's question. "Wait, you don't even know? To be fair, I have no clue who else we have on board. The only person I've seen so far that Phil roped in is a shady Chinese dude in a gold business outfit."

Morgana can only furrow his brows at Zenkichi's words. Only a Chinese man? Surely Philemon would have roped in more people to act as scouts. It is in his nature to always prepare.

"Well, as they say, the more the merrier, right? Did Master Philemon tell you why you're here?"

The ex-detective did a double take as he heard Morgana call Philemon his master, but he decided to shake his head and ignore it. "Only the barebones. Said this world has something that can screw with Earth and he doesn't want it moving even a single millimeter towards our world. He told you the same?"

"He explained it to me in more detail, but I think it's best we talk about it later. Think we've been in this stall for too long."

Both men nodded in agreement at the suggestion. Zenkichi opened the stall door, and sure enough. A gray furred hyena-man was staring at him, clad in a motif t-shirt, baggy pants, and jacket with a comic book on his hand.

"…Were you gonna use this?"

"…Yeah?"

"Yeah, sure. Go nuts, my good man. Morgana, let's go."

The cat said nothing as he left the stall and hastily left the toilet with the detective. The hyena man in question just shook his head at the sight of the two.

"The hell is up with those two? No shortage of weirdos in this freak show, huh?"

Oh well. None of his business. The newest edition of "The Fiends" just dropped, and the toilet is one of the few places where he can read in peace and quiet.

- Take Your Time –

6:57 A.M / Sunny

Rhodes Island, Golden Game Room

"So…What were you doing with Morgana, Mr. Zenkichi?"

"Well, you know. Just wanted to get to know your pet cat better! Ain't that, right, Morgana?"

"Yep! Kinda got off on the wrong foot as he brought me away, but it ended off swell!"

Amiya can only tilt her head in confusion as Zenkichi and Morgana supplied their reasons for leaving the cafeteria so suddenly, eventually deciding to just wash her hands off the case as they continued on with the Rhodes Island tour. The men in question in the meantime mentally sighed as they looked at each other in relief, knowing Amiya decided to just lay off the case. As for where they are now, they were at a place Amiya calls the Golden Game Room, a children's playroom that is true to the name in how the whole décor is done in shades of gold, currently empty due to the time of day. As for Silence, she decided to return to her office and probably catch a few Zs or do more work. Looking over at the young rabbit as they sat at the sofa near the door, the aged man decided to ask a seemingly mild question.

"Amiya?"

Amiya looked at the aged ex-detective with eyes filled with innocence. "Yes, Mr. Zenkichi?"

"How old are you currently?"

Morgana lifted his brows at the question as Amiya answered innocently. "I'm 14 years old."

"I see…"

A visible frown can be seen on Zenkichi's face, and Amiya was quick to catch onto it, having a worried look. Morgana said nothing, knowing full well how this conversation will go. He's already had experience through Zima's pack as well as Zenkichi's past circumstances, and he's aware of how heavy this conversation will be.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zenkichi?"

The ex-detective shook his head wistfully at Amiya's worried look. "I… it's nothing. I had my suspicions, but I just want to hear it right on. Man, to have this huge organization be led by a kid."

Amiya tilted her head, confused by his words. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Zenkichi waved his hands in denial. "No, no problems with that! It's just, I know some young folks back in my old job. Real fiery ones except for one."

"I see… Where did you use to work, Mr. Zenkichi?"

"Lungmen Guard Department. PubSec detective." An answer that made Morgana hold back the urge to snort. Different life, same job. Really?

"Oh! We're actually planning to go to Lungmen ourselves! We just recently got offered with a cooperation agreement with their officials, but it'll take quite a while before we arrive, so..."

That was news to Zenkichi, considering where Philemon's company is headquartered. Still, he put on a jovial façade. "Really now? Let me tell you. Lungmen is a real bustling city, perfect for sightseeing if you have the time to spare! You can trust this local."

Amiya's eyes brightened at Zenkichi's description. "Really? I hope Dr. Kal'tsit will allow me and Doctor Ren to go see the sights together!" Morgana was certain he heard Zenkichi mutter the words 'damn better will' at Amiya's hopeful words. "Can you be our tour guide, Mr. Zenkichi?"

Zenkichi can only smile at Amiya's earnest request. "Sure thing, kid. I'll be your tour guide in town." Yet, his face shifted into a frown. "You looked like you needed a breather anyway."

Amiya frowned at the ex-detective, slightly confused at what Zenkichi could be implying at the last bit before replying. "If you're wondering, I'm doing fine today, Mr. Zenkichi. Thank you for asking."

"Are you sure?"

Morgana decided to speak up after listening in for so long. And truth be told, he can't afford beating around the bush. Both of them need to address the issue, and that was Amiya's current state of mind.

"What do you mean?"

Morgana grunted as he elaborated. "Amiya, how long have you been leading Rhodes Island?"

"I… it was when Doctor Ren disappeared. 3 years ago."

Both outworlders widened their eyes at the answer, with Zenkichi breaking the silence. "14…3… Good god. Please tell me this Kal'tsit fellow has been advising you 90% of the time." Of course, at her age, getting an advisor during her leadership is bloody obvious to make sure she doesn't do anything rash.

As for Amiya, she just tilted her head as if confused on why he asked such an obvious question.

"Of course she does. Everyone helped me a lot in my duty. I know I still have a lot to learn as a leader, and I hope everyone is willing to continue in guiding me, especially Doctor Ren."

Zenkichi let out a sigh of relief at Amiya's answer "That's good. You may have responsibilities, but you have to remember to unwind at times. You still have a long life ahead of you, unlike me who goes around drinking with my ex-boss at night."

Amiya had to stifle a laugh at how Zenkichi just casually described his poor after work hour conditions before nodding appreciatively "I'll be sure to remember your advice, Mr. Zenkichi. I highly appreciate your concern."

Morgana found himself smiling at how Zenkichi seems to care for Amiya a lot. Granted, he did have a soft spot for children. He decided to follow up with a question of his own. "You seem to hold Ren very highly, Amiya. What do you think of him?"

At Morgana's question, Amiya went silent, fidgeting with her fingers as she spoke.

"I… I trust him with my life. Even though we never talked much, Doctor was very kind to me back then. He never really interacted with the other Operators that much, always holing himself up for research in his room or discuss battle plans with the Operators he'll send to battle in the command room. But he never minded whenever I come around to visit. He looks so cold on the outside, but deep down, I know he's very caring, trying his best so he can find a cure for Oripathy. That's why I try my hardest, so I can help him in any way I can!"

Zenkichi and Morgana smiled outward, yet the latter had a sad emotion underneath him, knowing the truth of Amiya's Doctor Ren, who was not his Ren. He chose not to say a word on that out of courtesy, so as not to be a downer. It would be unethical one way or another anyway.

Zenkichi chose to comment on this matter, however. "Really seeing him as some sort of hero, huh? Well, I'm not one to judge role models, so you do you. Looks to me by your description, this Doctor fellow seems like a nice guy."

Amiya's expression brightened up as she nodded in agreement. "Mhm! Doctor Ren would often care for me if Dr. Kal'tsit was around, and he'd sometimes pat my head whenever I help him. I just hope she'll give him a break with his amnesia. She never really liked Doctor even now, but I don't know why."

Zenkichi put up an expression of pity while Morgana had a confused look on why this Kal'tsit person would have beef with Amiya's Ren. Perhaps some past deeds? Nevertheless, Zenkichi spoke up, "Oof. That's harsh. When did he get it?"

"It was yesterday, when we rescued him from Chernobog. He didn't remember any of us, but he is still capable of leading, which is good. We wouldn't be able to escape without him!" Amiya spoke in such fire that Zenkichi found himself chuckling. "By the way, Mr. Zenkichi, how is the situation in-"

"Amiya!"

A young woman rushed towards the three in a hurry, looking at Amiya in relief while Zenkichi and Morgana found themselves confused at the newcomer. Amiya seems to know her, though.

"Ms. Closure! What is it? You're all sweaty!"

Ignoring the possible body odor that may radiate from her sweatiness, Closure answered rapidly. "I just got done helping out Midnight with some electricity issues down at the bar, and boy, oh boy it was hot down there!" There was an inexplicable expression on Zenkichi's face when the word "bar" was mentioned. An expression that was quickly stifled. "That aside, have you seen the Doctor? Most of the other ops are either off at drills or haven't seen him!"

Seeing how flustered Closure was, Amiya proceeded slowly on the questioning. "Why do you want to see Doctor Ren?"

"I just thought to say hello again to the Doctor after so long! I mean, it's been 3 years! Plus, I heard I just heard he got amnesia, and I wanted to make a good first impression!"

Amiya let out a sigh at Closure's cheery behavior. "Doctor Ren is having an important meeting right now. I don't think he'll appreciate having you around for the time being."

Closure had a look of surprise as she processed the information. "Wow. Not even a day and he's already getting to work? I'm starting to wonder if he's really an amnesiac with how he's acting! The Sarkaz engineer proceeded to frown after. "Though, that doesn't really answer the question. Where is he?"

"He's in the Reception Room, past the Command Center."

Closure's face lit up, full of satisfaction. "Thanks, Amiya! If you don't mind me, I'll be seeing him now!"

Regret quickly overtook Amiya as she quickly stood up, and Closure immediately hightailed her way out. The young bunny girl immediately chased her in annoyance. "Wait! Miss Closure! Stop! Doctor Ren doesn't need you around!"

Zenkichi and Morgana, both left in the dust, were practically flabbergasted at the turn of events, then spoke to each other silently.

"…Should we…you know, go after them?"

"Yep. She's a troublemaker, and we both know it."

With an agreement found once more, the two outworlders began their pursuit of Amiya and Closure in earnest.

- Take Your Time -

7:02 A.M / Sunny

Rhodes Island Reception Room

"Why am I not surprised that the Kirijo Group has its own fair share of mad scientists?"

"Humanity has always shown a penchant for progress, my friend. However, they also have a penchant for breaking limits that are never meant to be broken."

Both men sighed in agreement over that fact. Ren himself grew baffled at the explanations hurled towards him by Philemon, he decided to recap everything that he has been told so far mentally.

The Kirijo Group, one of the most powerful conglomerates on Earth based on Tokyo had the dark past of attempting to experiment with Shadows 70 years ago, at least by the time of his death. Such experiments ended in great failure much to their own folly, and many lives were lost due to the rampaging Shadows that escaped from their experiment. The rampaging Shadows in question were powerful enough to distort time and space to form what was known as the Dark Hour, which occurs every midnight. A massive tower, known as Tartarus, served as their nesting grounds during that time, and sometimes people will end up stranded there, dangerously enough. According to Philemon, the Shadows that nested there were nothing like the Shadows he faced. They are far more primal, and more dangerous.

Said Shadows are so dangerous, that any human that they claim as prey will be reduced to husks, afflicted by the public once knew as Apathy Syndrome. Luckily enough, the Dark Hour was ended by a group of Persona users, which took great sacrifices to achieve. While he wanted to know more of those events, Philemon quickly changed the subject to the matter of how he arrived, and his reason of arriving required him to retell the events of 31 years ago on Earth.

At that time, the Kirijo Group had discovered a meteor that crashed upon the Australian Outback, and according to Philemon, the meteor was majorly made of Originium. He didn't remember when he heard of the meteor crash, but there would be no doubt that it paraded worldwide news channels if it was true. But if the meteor was indeed Originium, it's a good thing it only hit a remote area like the Outback deserts, otherwise the repercussions would be catastrophic.

Nevertheless, the two leaders schooled themselves into a calm expression. "And you say the Kirijo Group has been trying to keep the research under wraps, away from the public eye?"

"The Kirijo Group in particular has always had their fair share of encounters with phenomena related to the Collective Consciousness. With their Research Division spearheading the effort, they did extensive work in determining where the Originium came from. At the time, they called the black ore Umbrite. Through their connections, they've also managed to ward off any unwanted attention from their fellow associates and the public press. especially with how dangerous the impact site was."

Ren nodded as he furrowed his brows as the discussion went on with Philemon. An overall productive discussion so far based on what he learned. The meteor that landed on the Australian Outback was a massive chunk of Originium much like the one he saw that impacted Chernobog, and that the Kirijo Group has been researching the Originium meteor under extremely tight wraps much like their Shadow experiment in the past. While useful, that doesn't answer the one question in Ren's head.

"And how do you fall into this entire chain of events, Philemon?"

Philemon let out a hum as he answered. "Before I stepped into this world, I remained an Observer watching the Kirijo Group as they ran their research. Omnipotent as I was, I knew beforehand that the meteor was an otherworldly object that warranted great interest. I merely observed how the Kirijo Group conducted their work in secret. They have the manpower and technology needed to ascertain it, after all."

Ren's interest grew with an amused expression. "What did those scientists find?"

The Progenitor smiled as he shared his findings. "To begin, Originium is by no means radioactive, which, for humans, is a grand improvement in terms for energy sources. It is lamentable however that the existence of Originium's capabilities must be kept in secret. In the end, the Originium can only be used by their own, carefully of course."

"They did say courage and caution make for a good discovery. What else did they find?" Ren commented, in which Philemon nodded and continued.

"There is also the aspect that Originium carried certain characteristics that allows it to alter and be augmented by the environment around them in various ways to the point that its almost magical in nature. I have no doubt that you have seen some examples during your time here, my friend. Perhaps in the forms of weaponry?"

Flashbacks of 12F and Rhodes Island's Casters along with Amiya circulated in his mind as he rubbed his chin in thought. Philemon kept that calm smile as he proceeded. "Of course. That aside, with the potential of Originium in their fingertips, as well as the promise of untold wonders and ever-growing curiosity as soon as they came to the same conclusion I came upon, attempts have begun to ascertain the origins of the Originium they've collected at the Catastrophe site. It proved to be quite entertaining as they strove with their goals in the name of discovery and science."

"Did they ever succeed?" Ren's gaze was filled with curiosity, and the CEO was all too happy to oblige.

"The advancement of technology is not without setbacks, Ren, and their research is not exempt from this rule. In the end, they succeeded, 7 months after their discovery of "Umbrite" on December 22nd. By that time, their leader, known as Hisamitsu Kirijo, had stepped down and was replaced with another named Tatsuno Kirijo, who inherited his grandmother's will and her cautiousness, who was Mitsuru Kirijo. Under his instructions, a human-like drone will be employed to test their newest construct. An interdimensional transporter capable of travel across realms. I have told you of that robot that inherited the power of the Wild Card, no?"

Ren can't help but snort at the company succession being told to him. Honestly if the guy had a good head on his shoulders, he's good in his book. The Joker nodded at Philemon's question, and the latter smiled as he continued.

"That robot is the drone in question. An Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapon named Aigis. The Kirijo Group hopes to be able to establish communications and view the world where Originium came from. It was thought to be the apex of technological advancement ever since their success on Mars. I will admit that I myself grew quite excited at the prospect of a new world beyond my governance."

"How did Aigis' scouting go?"

Ren was amused once more at Philemon's expression, with slight tinges of joy decorating his face as he regaled him more of his experience of discovery, much like an eloquent child from a high standing family telling a friend of a good event that he had recently. And the tales do not stop there.

"Thankfully, the exploration proceeded unhinged. The only complication is that through the transporter, you will never know where you will end up." Ren can only sigh at the classic wrench of exploration, known as going in blind, and Philemon continued. "As such, Aigis unwittingly ended up on a completely unknown region to us. But for the locals, they named the land Iberia. The land itself is home to humans with features of sea life adorning their bodies. Can you imagine how they would look like, Ren?"

Ren began to picture the Aegirians based on Philemon's description. What he ended up with in his imagination however was so ridiculous that he shook his head while holding back laughter.

"Sorry, Phil. But I'm having trouble with it." A reply Philemon contently nodded with.

"It is fine. No doubt you will encounter an Aegirian one day. That aside, it came quickly to their attention that Aigis came upon a ritual during her exploration. A group of locals in a city chanting as they looked upon the seaside."

"There's a case of language barriers, are there?" A question the Progenitor quietly nodded at.

"Such is a common issue when exploring new worlds, yes. What is special however is that the language used is unique, since the common language of the land happens to be English with slight alterations which is a minor issue. The ritual quickly garnered the interest of the Kirijo Group, so Aigis was immediately tasked with surveillance over the city in question, known as Sal Viento if memory serves me correct."

Ren let out a grunt at the mention of a ritual. The influence of Spanish language aside, he's no religious fellow, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to learn more on the subject considering his powers. With a ritual in some unknown language unique on its own, only a fool would pass that off as random ramblings.

"How long was she stationed there?" Ren dished out his next question, answered ever so succinctly.

"10 months. The Kirijo Group in the meantime have decided to send human agents to other unexplored areas of Terra since communications have been made established through their human expeditions, I have come to realize that this world's shadows have been deep rooted in various ways, both within the world and the people themselves as I observed the Kirijo Group's expeditions. A few examples can be found within the northern lands of Ursus and the mountainous lands of Leithania." Philemon frowned before he finished his explanation. "I feel there is no need to explain the atrocities committed there, judging by your expression."

And Philemon would be right, for Ren had a livid expression embedded on his features as the names of Ursus and Leithania was mentioned. The hunting, the indoctrination, the forced labor, all crimes that would take years, if not decades to undo considering the scale of action required. As he held his dark expression, he quietly spoke.

"…Can we move on? What happened after-"

The door was abruptly opened, interrupting Ren as a person both of them doesn't know of made her entry. A young woman having hair reaching her shoulders with one side tied into a ponytail, wearing an oversized shirt and an equally oversized jacket that covered where her pants should be, all paired with some sneakers. Both men turned their attention towards the newcomers, with Amiya, Zenkichi, and Morgana following after the woman. Amiya breathed in and out tiredly as she spoke in deep shame.

"I'm sorry, Doctor! I tried to stop Miss Closure, but she's too fast!"

The woman, who he assumes is Closure, looked in confusion as she got between the two men sitting on the sofas. "Wait, wait. Who's the…wait." And then she turned to look at Ren. "You're the Doctor?!"

Both men faced Closure, Philemon in amusement while Ren was visibly confused. And it was Ren who opened his mouth, with the simplest answer he can come up with in his brain.

"…Yes?"

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Review read before I mull over issues!

MEleeSmasher: I'm pretty sure everyone will try to save Frosty, me included.

Sulphur99: I'm happy you're excited. But I ask for your patience soon.

tphod: Nice

Arcahangelo2: That's the bad part. Absinthe never really got captured, and no one knows where she went afterward once she found her father's corpse. With any luck, I'll save her when given the chance.

R-EWF: Definitely my own version of Kevin. And after reading lore up, I'm in trouble.

Windraider: It's because Amiya trusts Doctor so much that she doesn't feel the need to probe him, which is actually kinda sad. As for Kal...yeah.

Missingmoney: Definitely considering that, especially since I have a lot of work ahead of me for this.

Deadpoolisagang: One, VS Wikis are not to be trusted. Two, Talulah is on the same level of Masayoshi Shido if given level comparisons.

Yep. Anniversary is approaching, and I'm in deep shit.

Why deep shit? Because this fan fiction is in danger of a major rewrite. And this is because I committed a rather big oversight.

Because of my initial reasoning that Philemon wishes to repair the link between Terra and the Sea of Souls has been made defunct by Chapter 7. As it turns out, the Sarkaz have created their own Collective Consciousness, inherited by blood, and after much heated discussion, Philemon would have no reason to jump into Terra himself because as an observer, would he have a reason to enter Terra himself when he can observe that the Sarkaz have their own collective? Funny since I published this chapter anyway.

My new foreshadowing is pretty much an attempt of salvaging this clusterfuck while I came up with a new reason for Philemon to enter Terra. For reasons I can't disclose, Xibalba from P2: Innocent Sin is a lead that I'm not really desiring. Instead, I have leads starting from the fact that Originium can show up in other worlds as well and the existence of the Kirijo Group. I just need to reinstate when Philemon began taking interest in Terra, what happened after, then write and rewrite from there to reflect his new reasons. If my new reasoning holds ground, then we're in the clear.

If not...Fuck me silly.

Regardless, The new Arknights Anniversary is approaching. For the CN players, have fun dealing with eldritch horrors and your new L2D limited ops! As for the others, it's time we get our cat kid! And I am not fucking around in that matter.

Always remember to leave your comments in the reviews! Fair and constructive criticism is always helpful, and help regarding my newest issue is greatly appreciated!

And remember. Take your time.