84Hello there. Or would it be better to say, welcome back? After all, this is the story that replaces Unchained, the story that replaces something that lost its plot, ruined the characters and aged extremely badly. Hopefully this attempt will be a lot more streamlined and true to the characterisation at least to some extent as well as cutting them down to start with. Please, if you've seen myprior attempt, give this one a second chance. Anyway., let's go!
Super hero time!
Ren: It's time to get back into action! The past cannot be escaped.
Takumi: Amamiya, here we go again! To a place where Gods reign true... the same could be said of your journey.
Ren: It's been a while. Hopefully the clothes still fit. Any idea where to get a pistol around here?
Takumi: ...Do you really think i know where to get stuff like that?
R + T: Break the chains! The story begins!
What was there to say about him? he was past his rebellious phase at this point; he had settled down into an average student life, enjoyed the passing days with his friends doing all sorts of crazy things and revelled in the times where he could simply relax and take in the peace that surrounded him. he liked to believe that at this point, he was giving people very little reason to dislike him, what with his grades remaining relatively high and the many times he had helped them out and treated them to a curry and coffee.
So when he awoke upon that prison bed, Ren Amamiya could only lament his failings in trying to forget the past.
That smile, the seemingly endless smile and bulging eyes that looked far beyond Ren's physical being, they locked onto him the moment Ren's eyes fluttered open. The boy didn't even need to look down in order to tell he was once more draped in the garb of a prisoner, a ratty black and white striped jumpsuit, Ren slipping out of the threadbare blanket and standing upon shaky feet. He had thought he had been done with this, that there would never be a reason to return to this world, and yet the weights of shackles remained upon his wrists, the restraint of an iron ball pulled upon his ankle. Lifting up his arms however revealed something that Ren had not been expecting.
No longer was the cold steel falling down between the two manacles, not fully at least. Dissolving particles of light dropped down the ground, dissipating as they melted away more and more of the chain. A fair amount of the links were starting to melt away in this manner, revealing cores of blue light that held his shackles together. It didn't require a genius to understand the consequences; should they continue dispersing in small particles of light then no matter how slow it may be, those shackles would no longer be a restraint upon Ren.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter… though I suppose you already knew that, didn't you?" the voice was far lighter, far more jovial than the cold suppressive tone that Ren had heard through much of his rebellious year. That didn't mean his appearance had changed any however; still the same old man with a ridiculously large nose and almost inhuman proportions that an unspeakable evil had chosen to imitate. It was meant to be impossible, they were meant to have faded after he had put the final bullet through his foe, ended a struggle that threatened all of humanity… Igor's smile only grew as he continued to speak, gently interlocking his fingers beneath his chin. "Rarely do we ever get a visitor who returns to the Velvet Room once their journey has concluded. To you, we may have faded from existence, but the Velvet Room will never disappear; once your contract is concluded, your key is returned and there is no need to enter our establishment once more. Under normal circumstances."
"The only time a visitor may appear within the Velvet room is when they are travelling upon a journey. Until that journey is completed, they have complete access to the various services offered." Now that voice, the voice of a young girl, filled with grace and unearthly elegance; that was something Ren couldn't forget. How oddly serene he had been when two lost their heads, two young girls who had made it their duty to try and 'rehabilitate' him, only to learn their true purpose and die in order to be reborn anew. Dressed in a blue and black dress, a delicate butterfly winged headband resting upon a wave of pale hair, Lavenza stood forth with a small smile. "It appears, my trickster, that your journey had only been put on hold. Once you awaken once more, you will continue on."
"…No. I moved past that. The Phantom has faded away." Ren's voice may have been soft, but no matter how hard he tried to hide it, a certain weariness cut through his words. "They were some of the worst and best days of my life, but they're over. They can't continue."
How Ren had enjoyed being one of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Nowhere else could he find such freedom to act as he desired, never had be ever felt so powerful when commanding the other thieves. Every time they followed one of his orders, they had no obligation to do so; it was a constant reminder that the friends Ren had made believed in him so much, they were willing to submit themselves to his control. Sure, those same exact friends remained and they still held just as much faith in him, but if the thieves had never come together, their incredible differences may have kept every single one of them from growing as anything more than acquaintances.
There was no denying that Ren was a changed man though. Not a single mortal who walked this earth could have gone through the experiences Ren had and stayed the same person throughout; he had faced enough violence, trickery and betrayal to last several lifetimes and if what was being implied here was correct, that list of bloodied names was only going to grow. Of course, there were very few times where someone had actually died by his hands, for the world the thieves thrived within was far different to that of the normal human world, but that didn't remove any of the sting killing held, not for long.
"If they continue, then my friends will be in danger. All of them, they don't want or need to be the phantom thieves anymore!" Ren's voice was steadily beginning to pick up in volume as his fist smashed against the iron bars that formed the door to his cell; even without the threat of constant combat, Ren had kept up with his physical training and the act managed to make the doors rattle far more than they had done when he started his journey. "We did our job, don't take our peace away from us! Please."
There was silence at first, save for the tapping of Igor's fingers against the simple wooden desk he resided at. never was there a moment that felt as tense as those few seconds, not the time he pulled off an incredible gambit in order to defeat the plans of traitor, not the time he had the other thieves had been forced to face down the harbinger of doom, not even the time when he had to face several women at valentines. Lavenza's smile faded slightly as she turned to look at her master. No matter how much affection she held for Ren, she was merely the assistant born to help out Igor with his visitor and if he desired it so, she would have to close her ears to the desires of her trickster.
"…Those chains, they slowly fall apart. Your hesitations keep them upon your form though, but one day they must break." Igor spoke, waving a hand casually at the damaged shackles that appeared upon Ren's limbs. "No longer do they take the form of a society that would keep you restrained, the only restraints keeping you from becoming your full potential is yourself. They fade away partially; there is a chance for you to ascend to a power far greater than ever before, but until you allow yourself the desire for freedom you have locked away within your subconscious, you will never be truly free."
…No, no that wasn't possible. That was what the thieves had been formed for, to fight for their freedom from a society that was corrupted and tainted by the sins of humanity and they had won. Those chains had already been taken off him, there was no reason why they should ever return. The rules couldn't change now and they certainly couldn't place the blame on him. He had given everything he could, he had sacrificed everything in the ultimate bet and succeeded! If they wanted to put chains on him again, then he would damn well fight back!
"Wha-!?" a sudden cracking noise filled the air as shards of metal fell off from the shackles, revealing more and more of their molten blue cores of pure energy. While they still held tight, they had lost some of their stability, a sight that caused Igor's already overly large smile to grow even more, so much so that it looked to split his face clean in half. A sharp gesture of the old man's hand resulted in the doors of the cell Ren was trapped in to slowly creak open, Lavenza stepping forth with a glint in her eyes. Ren immediately tried to step forward, only to reach so far before the restraint of the iron ball upon his ankle decided no more. "Lavenza!"
"My trickster, you've seen what will remove those chains from your body." The small girl softly said. "This journey must go forth, there is no reason why you would return otherwise. Peace has taken away your desire to change but there are far more places within the human world that desire the assistance only a phantom thief could bring. The world needs you my trickster, even if that means pain on your behalf."
"…There's no other choice, is there?" Ren muttered, his eyes closed and messy unkempt hair falling over his eyes. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he held his arms upward. "I hope the pay's a little better this time."
The response brought back the smile to Lavenza's face as more and more shards of steel fell and dissolved in droplets of energy, a strong tug and a devastating cry from Ren shattering the chains completely until only the rings themselves remained upon his wrist, the black haired boy kicking forth until the chain upon the iron ball too broke off completely, Ren stepping forth through the open doorway into the open area of the Velvet Room. Now that felt much better, far better than he had personally been expecting as the pinstripes decorating his horrible bodysuit faded away, giving way to a far more stylish high necked waistcoat with golden accents beneath an ankle length tailcoat, dark shoes and jogger trousers, a red gloved hand slamming onto Igor's desk when Joker approached.
"Half my size and pleading. You drive a hard bet, don't you?" Joker muttered with a grin, one mirrored by the old man he was speaking to. That joviality was tempered however by his next line. "Whatever it is I'm going to do however, will not involve my friends though, understand that? They fought for the peace they have now and they deserve to enjoy it. I won't let them fight once more."
"Though I wish it were so, I do not know all that the future holds. What kind of story you will weave from here on in… That is up to you." Igor stated, completely disregarding of the hand that was frightfully close to him. Though the bravado he had as Joker may have made him more of a threat than the simple Ren Amamiya, neither side were foolish enough to believe that Igor was in anyway disadvantaged. "However, it is fortunate to see that you have regained the spark left smothered for so long. The world will surely be a better place with it returned to you."
A subtle glow began to overtake the area, both Igor and Lavenza holding a look of confusion as a gentle light began to fill the air. Growing in intensity, both boy and girl were forced to cover their eyes, though Igor remained completely unmoving, merely remaining in his casual position as he continued to speak.
"As you were told before, the state of this room reflects the state of your heart. The reason why it holds the appearance it did before, the prison once formed by fate, was because you had formed a prison for yourself, a prison of peace with a warden who wanted to forget about who you once were, who you truly are." The master explained. "However, with your resolve regained, this room will once more form to your heart and take on a new appearance. But the night wanes and the time for awakening will soon return. Come your return to this room, you will learn of this place's new form."
"No explanation of what's going on?" of course that wouldn't change – the master Ren had gotten used to was remarkably skilled at being vague and the true Igor would naturally be no different. The only time he had been completely clear was when speaking about threats and how he had been temporarily overthrown. As Ren's awareness within the Velvet Room began to fade, his last sight was the grin growing upon Igor's face and a chuckle, Lavenza giving a small curtsey in farewell before he his sight faded to black.
Lavenza looked to her master, Igor gently plucking the navy coloured quill to his right and delicately scribing down… something upon the piece of paper before him. Now that he was returned, there were often times where Igor wrote down these strange notes that would never find their way to her Grimoire and she was often left in the dark about his intentions. It was a fact that rankled her to no end. What she did know however, was…
"Mementos was meant to have been destroyed with the defeat of Yaldabaoth, yet there are signs of it returning, like a taint upon the world… just how could this be possible?" the assistant questioned aloud, her master turning in her direction with a small sigh.
"As I said before, I know not all the answer. However, with the trickster back in action, there will surely be light shone upon this mystery." The elderly man explained, neatly concluding his notes and depositing them upon the steadily growing pile to his left. "And I feel he will need assistance just as he had before from his fellow thieves. However, if he will not call upon them to fight alongside him, then there is only one who deserves a place by his side."
"…Master?"
"Lavenza. Young though you are, how do you feel about taking a journey of your own, as your siblings before you have done?"
Ren opened his eyes with a gasp, immediately sitting up in his bed. Was that a dream? No, that was definitely a dream, there was no doubt about that. Maybe a better question would be, was that a dream that he was allowed to ignore?
The boy's musings were pulled towards the soft tones escaping his phone, a sleepy hand reaching out to grab the mobile and bring it closer to his face. Just as he expected, it was Haru's face that first appeared upon the screen, the text she sent a perfect wakeup call as the boy moved out of bed.
I managed to purchase the café in Kuoh! For the rather advantageous position within the city, it was surprisingly cheap. Are you still staying with Sojiro and Futaba?
In the attic right now. When can we move in?
Immediately! I can bring over some transportation if Sojiro's too busy to take you. The traffic can be a little troublesome at these times.
A soft chuckle escaped Ren as his eyes passed over the message. Haru Okumura, a shy and gentle girl with a surprisingly deceptive vicious streak to her. They had met when acting as separate thieves, aiming to steal the heart of Kunikazu Okumura – her father though she had been an adversary at first, albeit not exactly a good one considering her adorable tendencies, Ren couldn't imagine a time now where he could fight her. After a disastrous valentine, their relationship had blossomed beautifully no matter what hardships they faced, like a sprout upon a cold Tokyo rooftop in December and now they were finally going to take one of the first steps towards Haru's dream.
It was a fresh start, away from Tokyo where her Father had moved her in order to attend the prestigious Shujin academy, purely for the prestige that came with the school name than anything else; beyond her friends and the fact that there were contracts with Okumura food in the area as there were in many places throughout Japan, Haru held no love for the area in particular. After discussions with the advisors' board of the company, she was free to go where she wanted and she had immediately consulted Ren on where they wanted to go together without hesitation.
That would be great. Can't wait to see you again.
Don't be silly, you saw me only yesterday!
Doesn't mean I don't miss you when you're gone.
You relentless romantic. I'll be there soon!
"Oi, you gonna eat that curry or not? I don't just make that for free for anyone you know – it's special." A teasing voice called out, Ren instantly taking in his surroundings as he looked away from his phone. There was Sojiro stood before him, dressed in the same pink shirt and pale Khakis he always wore, dusting off his hands on the black apron. He must've been acting out his daily routine without thinking about it.
"What do you mean special? You've made this curry for me way too many times for me to count." Ren answered back jokingly, placing his phone back in his pocket as he picked up the spoon offered by the café owner. The curry stood for more than simply the café special, both of them were perfectly aware of that, but the relationship once frosty between them had warmed up enough that both of them were comfortable with making fun of one another.
"Hey, doesn't make it any less special. Now, what's got you so hooked on your phone? Not one of those stupid AR games they're coming up with is it?" the gruff man remarked, turning back so he could continue setting up Café LeBlanc for the day.
"Haru's managed to find a place to open up our café. She'll be coming around to take us over there and begin trying to set up." Came the easy reply. Ah, good coffee – there seemed to be no substitute for it in his life, not when he had spent so much time in the quaint little café. "Consider this my last day here for now."
"Futaba ain't going to be too happy with that. Usually you stay for a week or so; it's only been about three days this time." Almost as if summoned by the mention of her name and the soothing scent of curry and coffee combining, the orange haired girl rushed down the stairs, sitting herself at the counter and giving a big grin as the steaming plate was set down before her.
"Hey Ren-Ren, Sojiro." Despite the bags beneath her eyes, the small girl began to eat with gusto, nearly shovelling the food into her mouth with a satisfied sigh. That stupid nickname? Ren was pretty sure he told her a million times to drop it, but the irritation only served to nake Futaba use it more. The only thing Sojiro could do at the display was give a weary sigh.
"You've been up all night playing your games haven't you? Sojiro muttered as he wiped the rim of a glass. "Well, you just missed the fact that Ren is heading off down Kuoh way with Haru. Opening up a café of their own and he'll have to cut off his visit early."
The effect of his words were immediate, the spoon sticking itself in Futaba's throat as the girl began to choke. Chugging down the coffee that was pushed in her direction and letting out a small gag, Futaba whirled round to look at Ren with something akin to betrayal in her eyes as a pout appeared upon her lips.
"You what!? You can't just do this without telling me!" the girl screamed, Ren flinching slightly at the anger emanating off of Futaba. The girl may not be the most physically strong, but she still could pack quite the punch when she wanted to and from the glint in her eyes, that desire was growing by the second. "You only just came, you can't leave yet! We haven't' seen each other in so long, you don't get to quit halfway through!"
"Well there's nothing stopping me from coming over once we're settled in Kuoh." Ren reminded the girl, placing a hand upon her head and giving it a small shake, resulting in a blush from the still pouting Futaba. "Haru's going to need all the help she can get if she wants to start a chain of cafes, I'd be a fool not to lend my hand."
"…fine, but I get to be the first customer when you have this café set up. No exceptions!"
"Argh, you got me! Sure, you'll be the first one through the doors when it's complete. I'm sure Haru won't mind. Sojiro, that naturally goes to you too." Ren said. Thanks to the fact his bimonthly stays were so short, the majority of his things remained packed in his suitcase – it wouldn't take long at all to get it all packed. After breakfast was concluded and a halfhearted attempt by Futaba to get him to stay once more, the black haired boy was waiting outside the café doors, shaking his head when the limousine rolled up the street. "You know Haru, there are more simple ways of travel."
"I know, but it was the easiest to get at such a short notice." from the pristine white doors came out Haru, the brunette positively beaming as she engulfed Ren in a tight hug, one eagerly returned as the two locked eyes. It was fortunate that beyond Sojiro and Futaba, there was no one who could possibly see them; while Ren was more than happy to flaunt their relationship, it still brought a healthy glow to Haru's cheeks whenever they were caught being more than a little friendly with one another. Naturally, unlike the dirtier thoughts that might bring to mind for some people, 'a little more than friendly' was in Haru's eyes holding hands and hugging more intimately than friends. "I'm still not exactly sure how we managed to get the premises secured so quickly; the man said he would have to sort things out on his end, then all of a sudden sent me an email saying it was ready immediately. Oh! Morgana's also here as well, come in! Is that everything you have?"
"Everything I brought to Café LeBlanc, the rest I can get once the start to the café is ready." Ren answered, holding open the door for a giggling Haru to enter before sliding in himself, the amount of space within the luxurious vehicle meaning that even with his suitcase, there was more than enough space to feel comfortable. One person, or animal, who was clearly enjoying the comfort was a black cat resting against the heated seats, a low purr escaping him as Ren slipped his hand onto the cat's stomach. "Hey Morgana. Haru's been spoiling you I see."
"Hey, I can't help it! I don't even know why these things are heated, but they are the best!" Morgana purred, the revving of the limousine engine as they started to move along only adding to the soothing sensation running through the cat's body. It was a hard contradiction to the image Morgana tried to form while as one of the most knowledgeable members of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, the tough act easily meting away under the combined assault of good food, comfy seats and a girl that was perfectly willing to bend to his desires. "So, you two are headed off for this Kuoh place? What's it like?"
"Calm, friendly, good food and shops. Great for residents and tourists alike." Ren remarked, the line burnt deep into his memory. Everyone seemed to have the same thoughts about the area, it was almost eerie. If he hadn't been there for himself and thought the exact same thing, the boy would've been more worried that everyone was being brainwashed. As it was however, there didn't seem to be a better place for them to start their café.
"They have beautiful parks as well. Maybe when we're better situated, we could have a picnic!" Haru suggested, a beautiful smile upon her face as the dream floated before her eyes. "We could make a few snacks, feel the breeze... oh, I just can't wait! Sir, do you know how much time it will take us to arrive at the building?"
"Unfortunately Miss Haru, it appears that traffic is piling up on the roads. Normally, it would take approximately a couple of hours, but expect a delay." the chauffeur declared before falling silent once more; Ren supposed he wasn't getting paid enough to be that friendly with them. Even with the luxuries of the limousine they were in, the extended journey just suddenly became a lot more awkward on their bodies.
"The company has been talking about expanding into the Kuoh area, but I managed to convince them to hold off while I attempt to get the café going. They can tell me whatever they want, but they're still a little cautious about returning to the roots my grandfather set up." Haru spoke up, her smile being tainted by a slight look of uncertainty entering her eyes. "the advisors' initial plan was to set up both a standard affair Okumura Foods outlet in the area and see how it does compared to the café, they wanted to use my family's own company to give me competition!"
That was the thing with many high-end business owners and shareholders. Their cares weren't about how to make the best product or cater to everyone as best as possible, not in and of itself. No, they were there for the money and if they weren't going to get their paycheque after a decision, then they would fight the decision all the way, that was simply the greed of man. Compared to their tried and true system that they were currently deploying and reaping a large amount of profit from, the idea of a smaller, more niche chain of cafes which focused more on catering to a smaller number of people and charging lower prices was going to rub people the wrong way, the people who were paying the bills. If it weren't for the work of Takakura, the latest president of Okumura Foods, working with Haru, there was little chance of such a plan succeeding.
"I'm not exactly a business savvy guy, but that seems kind of stupid. Can't you just get rid of the people trying to stop you?" Morgana suggested sleepily, Ren shaking his head gently.
"it doesn't matter how much you like a person or not, nor how they act. If they're paying enough money into the business, then it makes business sense to cater to their tastes. These sorts of people are used to getting their way and aren't used to having the judgement rejected." the black haired boy mused. "But if that's how they think this is going to end up, then we just have to show them how wrong they are. We'll make this a success together and have those old men eating their words."
"Well, not all of them are that old, but I get your point!" Haru answered, her hands baling into fists in her lap. "We've struggled so much to get this far, it would be an insult to give up at this point right?"
"Yeah, just make sure you feed me anything that gets left over. You know, so there isn't any waste." Morgana teasingly interjected, a small pout appearing on Haru's face as she titled her head, a stray finger reaching out to poke the cat in his stomach. "Hey, what's with the random poking!?"
"Oh nothing in particular. I was just wondering if it you have any plans to work off the fat you seem to be building." though it was spoken in a cheery voice, there was just the smallest hint of sadism to her words that had Morgana reeling back with a hiss, curling into himself. "All you seem to be doing nowadays is following whoever's taking care of you around and eating. I'm simply looking after your health. Maybe we should get you on a diet and exercise plan."
"I'm not getting fat! I don't need an exercise plan!" the cat immediately objected, trying his best to dodge around Haru's attempts grab a hold of him, the hands that reached out only a little slower than the animal could move. "Joker, help me out! This she-devil's trying to kill me over here!"
"Don't worry, I'm only teasing Mona Ren. Still, maybe you could use a little exercise..." Ren was only listening with half of his attention, he was still stuck on his girlfriend's words. They had struggled to get this far indeed... and there was a chance he was going to have to struggle even more to keep thing as they are now. Igor's words continuously played in the back of his mind as his eyes were drawn towards the window, to the passing cars and their passengers. Several faces he saw held not a single care in the world, some barely even needing to acknowledge the world beyond the screens of their phones or games consoles. Futaba would be right at home like that.
The Velvet Room had been the starting point of his strange, strange adventure into the supernatural, into becoming a thief and eventually saving the world through his actions, on Christmas day no less. If the master of that room was claiming that there would be a conflict in the future, then Ren saw little reason to ignore the warning. If he was going to get himself involved however, that would mean they would be put under potential threat – Haru would be put under potential threat.
That was not to say that Haru wasn't in a position to defend herself mentally or physically. No, far from it, if there was anyone he could trust to have his back, then it was Haru. But there was a difference between the Metaverse and reality; their guns were no more than models in the normal world, their incredible acrobatic abilities merely figments of their imagination and their weapons no more than toys. They were going to be starting a café for heaven's sake; a knife might be fine, but questions would immediately be raised if they were found a pistol, axe and a grenade launcher in their possession. Either the battle would be occurring within something similar to the Metaverse, or Ren was going to have to get serious creative.
The black-haired boy wasn't exactly ignorant of the fact that he hadn't been told when this trouble was going to arrive either. While it was most likely going to sooner rather than later, Ren didn't exactly have the time to prepare himself if there just so happened to be strife waiting for him at the front door. There was little that could be used as a weapon against anyone in the limousine and he highly doubted the chauffeur had enough training to deal with some of the things they had witnessed throughout their time as thieves. Heh, now he had the image of the man trying to ram the limousine into a shadow.
They had done that many a time with the Morgana-bus.
Right, time to make a list. Ren would have to try and re-establish some of the connections he had formed to help him on his journey - he had been extremely lucky to chance upon the people he did, someone who was willing to do his minor work while he dealt with more important matters, someone who was able to supply him with weapons that became real once they entered the world of cognition, a doctor who could supply them with drugs, the list carried on and the chances of him being able to meet that strange assortment of people again was incredibly slim.
And his personas... their voices once filled his head, yet they remained dormant, ever slumbering since the time he believed his battle was over. Those parts of him he once faced without hesitation, a part of Ren paused at the thought of bringing them forth again. Would they feel anger at being suppressed as they had? Would they continue to listen to his desires of would they return to their shadow like form, removing themselves from the sea of souls that existed within him? Was such a thing even possible? Then again, they were capable of things beyond humanity and they managed to survive, somewhat, the horrible tortures that were inflicted upon them in order to grow into something greater. Cute as Caroline and Justine were as they were acting as wardens, the methods they used were incredibly brutal and yet the personas only gained in strength. That they were a part of him was something Ren was still trying to comprehend.
No matter what, it was going to be a struggle trying to keep the whole thing away from them. The easiest thing to do was simply tell them, tell them everything he knew so far so they could prepare their weapons and be ready for when the time came; it was what the rational side of his mind wanted to do. But he couldn't simply make himself do so, not when they were left so content with the life they had now.
The sudden screech of brakes rang out as the entire vehicle began to tremble, a frightened noise escaping Morgana as he finally let himself fall into Haru's hands. None of them were too shaken by the ordeal, they had met far worse surprises in their lives than a sudden stop, but what they heard from the chauffeur was strange.
"There's been a crash dead ahead of us! Several explosions…" was all the man managed to get out before a strangled gasp escaped him, Ren immediately moving forward to look out of the man's window. Sure enough, the smoke of several damaged cars began to fill the air before them, but before he could take note of anything else, a horn was heard, a flash of bright light was seen and then ultimately, the world faded to black.
Under normal circumstances, such a strange event would've never occurred; the amount of chaos and destruction that happened upon that road that day was not by any means an ordinary crash. Strangely enough, when the police arrived as fast as they possibly could after being notified, they wouldn't be able to find a proper reason as to why the crash occurred. When they came to question the people involved in the accident, they would each claim there was simply a sudden explosion out of nowhere and they lost control.
It would be noted that one of the victims within the accident was one Haru Okumura, a relatively important figure due to her connection to Okumura Foods. As soon as that was discovered, she was immediately whisked off along with the others in her vehicle to receive the best treatment they could afford – having a person like that ignored was something that they didn't want to do that day. With a special order, they were the first load entered into the ambulances, heading off for Kuoh Hospital as fast as possible.
A single soul lamented what happened from her position, flipping back the hairs that were blown back by the explosion. The dirt marred her dress and skin, it would be a horror to wash up.
"This journey might be somewhat harder than I expected it to be…"
Halt the heist. Tell me, what do you think of this? if you've read Unchained, how does this compare? Especially with Joker now invited to steal the show in Smash, I figured it would be the best time to start recreating my failed efforts; if there is anything that can be improved or corrected, then let me know immediately. Thank you and please look forward to the next chapter.
Super hero time! See you next time!
