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    Something she had sought since the last year of middle school… and yet, something she was still so far from achieving.    Mei had no reason to believe that her first year of high school was going to be unusual. In fact, her class was relatively normal. None of them treated her like an outcast, and she had even made a few friends (none of which were really close friends, but still).    A foreign transfer student? Mei asked herself when she got the news of the newcomer’s arrival. She had to remind herself at that point that transfer students- foreign or otherwise- weren’t strange by themselves.     It wasn’t until she’d met him that she felt a true sense of unease. “…Yes. I do.” Her expression was one of slight sadness and puzzlement. “If you would like, I can show you to it. I’m not doing anything better right now anyways.”    She instantly turned on her heel and headed in the direction before even waiting for a response. I know for certain that that boy shouldn’t be here… she thought. Misaki almost wanted to cry at the thought of the calamity following her, but she did no such thing. She merely maintained her usual look- void of nearly all emotion.

      IT WAS HARD FOR MACKENZIE to understand for he caught an inkling of her thoughts. “A-ah! Yes!” He followed along, his clothes drenched completely. “Hahh...t-thank you for helping me. I’m just so lost.” Mackenzie tried to smile, as he walked right behind her. He thought nothing of the fact she seemed tense and uneasy around him. “M-my name’s Mackenzie. Mackenzie Owens. What’s your name, Miss?” The fact his name bore a near resemblance to his name in the previous life was almost mocking in a way; as if to tell her just how blatantly obvious he was the ‘other’ yet knowing well how few would believe her.

He probably tried to imply that he wasn’t a human. Then, what is he? She doesn’t know. Is there any other creature other than Unknown that could be detected by her Code?

“… You don’t know about Unknown? You don’t know about yourself? Hilarious.”

She knew she shouldn’t waste much bullets. This already took too much effort from her. Just by talking with him alone already wasted her supposed-to-be free time and all.

“Then, why don’t you try to prove something to me? That, you mean no harm? Do you really think people can believe you if you don’t make any visible proof?”

Honestly, she never met any of her Kiznaiver partners, so she couldn’t care less about them. However, she decided to stop shooting, for now. Listened to his possible explanation might help her in getting an idea of what he is. Though, of course, doesn’t mean she decreased her guard. Without her guns, she also has some passive abilities. Though, without the help of deceased Tokyo sub-head, the aura fortification wouldn’t be as strong as it usually be.

      IN SOME WAYS WHITEFACE WROTE himself into a corner. Truth was, he wasn’t too sure what he was. He knew he had once been a King, those hazy days of recollection having faded as Aeons passed. Even so..would she accept that half-baked explanation? Would she even accept the fact that while he did seem to be much like the Unknown she so vehemently opposed, he had no idea why? Would she just think he was lying? “...It’s true. I...don’t remember much about myself. Truth is...I only know I’m not human. I may even be one of those Unknown..but please. You have to believe me.” He tells her, raising his wrist, the glowing blue scar of the Kizna link ever so evident.

     “...If I was truly an Unknown...would I have done something like this?” He wasn’t sure if she’d buy it, but violence was not something he desired to go through. “If...if you want, I can show you what I’m really like. But...I can’t guarantee your safety if I do...” Something told him this would do little to assuage the red-head, but it was the best he could come up with. Outside of, well, just fighting back.

Sharnoth is a vast city situated on the North-west of the Dreamscapes. Closer to the ancient city of Nyhargo, it is the realm of the Outer God Nyarlathohep. Unlike other Outer Gods, whom were either exiled to different stars or created cults for their own worship, Nyarlathohep did what no other being similar to him did: he disavowed his place as a malevolent God and instead became a King. Ruling from a castle built entirely out of onyx, Nyarlathohep ruled with due benevolence. At first, humans, the most fragile of the beings within the Dreamscape were the first to come to his kingdom, soon Sharnoth swelled in size as creatures of all shapes and form soon settled there, making Sharnoth the most diverse of the cities within the Dreamscape. Yith, Byakee, Shoggoth, Shiki and humans were but some of the many beings that soon called Sharnoth Home. And while he was ever so busy trying to maintain peace within his own kingdom and amongst species, many did shower him in presence, calling him their Righteous King. It’s sister city is Pnakotus, the cultural and capital city of the Great race of Yith..

At the center of Sharnoth is the Pillar of Inganock, a tall spiral carved out of marble. A gift from the nigh-omniscient Great race of Yith, it serves as an uplink that allows any being to travel to other worlds and places within the Dreamscape when activated. Powerlines extending from beyond supply much-needed energy to various parts of the city. Buildings ranging from houses, bazaars, taverns and even bath houses populate the colorful city, frequented by many citizens of varying race.

This is the story of a Place that wasn’t here. A time that wasn’t now. There was a single King in a certain Castle. A king all by himself. No one besides the King was in his country.

Which means, this person–no, this creature–was dangerous.

Reloaded another bullet in one of her ice-element gun after released one shot that finally hit him after few missing ones, she still stood, didn’t budge even when he said he meant no harm. The trigger of her ice-element gun still pointed right at his direction, with the other fire-element one on her other hand, waiting for its turn.

“I don’t care about Tomoshi City at all.“ She spoke the matter-of-fact. “However, you’re not the usual Unknown I know. It’s hilarious to find an Unknown that can communicate pretty well.” Ordinary Unknowns would take a form as incomprehensible creature while–at times–making indecipherable sounds. They also had white and red colors.

But this one…takes human form, and can speak in human language, that Asuha understands. Never once she encountered this one, nor it was ever being talked in Tri-City meeting. Nevertheless, she found him dangerous.

“You can destroy this city for all I care. This fight is definitely exhausting and I don’t want to waste my effort in vain. But, if you attempt in attacking Chiba afterwards, I won’t let you escape. Unless you can explain that you have no ill intention.”

Who knows what kind of power that he has, other than his unusual form and ability to speak in human language? Asuha knows very little about Unknown and even her power itself. Without any guidance from adults nor company from her brother and Chiba students, she had to handle this by herself.

Still, since when the invasion has reached a city she barely knew of? She should have been reported about this…

COLD. OH SO VERY COLD, her words were. In a way that manner of talk offended Whiteface. All lives were precious. How could she so easily write off the idea that the lives of people here were worth less than the lives of the people in that other city? Judging by the killing intent vivid in her eyes, she wasn’t about to let him go that easily. Whiteface hoped to be able to resolve this without violence, but it seems he has no choice. “Unknown? I’m not certain as to what those are. Are you referring to the Unspeakable Horrors of the Outer Realm?” He asked, only to receive a flaming bullet, to which he narrowly avoided.

He just keeps on talking, while she just kept on firing. It didn’t seem like he would have a good day today; he could only hope Otegine can forgive him for getting into a quarrel like this. “You share the same bond as I, right? Aren’t you concerned for your friends if you are hurt at all? I don’t promise any harm to fall into anyone. Can you believe me on that?” While Whiteface was ever so wary, he wanted to perhaps try and speak sense into her. The hatred she had for these beings...it wasn’t something he was fond of regardless.

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