In a single, spectacular moment of incredibly ridiculous (bad) luck, Naegi Makoto has gone from walking quite nonchalantly down the street, to--
--clutching a briefcase of some kind, its locks secured tightly, thrust into his arms by a hooded man who keeps on fleeing down the boulevard without a backwards glance. Naegi doesnāt even have time to protest.
āWha--I--did you see that?!ā he cries out to anybody thatāll listen, staring down at the silver box in his arms.
Itās...ticking. Great.













