‶ HELLO… ?  is anyone in ? ″  the question is punctuated by the doors closing behind her, the thunderclap of a sound reverberating through the room. perhaps normally, one may think this event eerie, but yumeko proceeds unaffected and nonchalant. briefly she wonders upon the lacking light, but her eyes adjust in due time and at last she catches glance of him at the far side of the chancel: towering, and somehow looming.

‶ excuse me ! ″  she appears enthusiastic enough for them both, and she speaks without discretion–  ‶ this church is that ‘neutral ground’, right ?  and so you’re the overseer ?  i have some questions i was hoping you could answer. ″

            the room was quiet, peaceful as he knelt before the             stained glass window, illuminated solely by the moons             light; its depiction of thee lord jesus strung up upon his             cross. a lasting reminder of the sacrifice he gave to all.

                                he prays, but he is not blind                              he no longer ask for atonement                                  no longer seeks salvation                              he offers only a single warning

                                          i am coming

      ‘ indeed i am the overseer of this event, ’

            his voice low yet it booms throughout the church. he stands             before her, a warm smile as he motions for her to approach.             of all the masters which stood before him it was her seemingly             carefree attitude which made her stand out and above them all.