“And you’re expecting me to believe all of that?” “Hoping, really.” Nagora Ibuse had long since disposed of his gum. He massaged the corners of his jaw. Anything to ease the dull ache caused by an excess of tense chewing. “Guess I have no choice.” The air in the police car hung thick with the…

Even years later, a horrific tragedy still haunts the conscience of Chiba City. It was a freak car accident, leaving over twenty dead in its wake. It was all over the news for far too long. The driver was among the casualties, but with no sign of intoxication. He had driven his car far too…

“Run!” Tegata yelled. And by god did they run. Kinuka’s blue-haired saviour, the one that caught Gus Ishimatsu’s punch, picked her up without a word and ran. Tegata grabbed Juusei and summoned his Spire Crane. A gust of wind swept from underneath the shadow’s wingspan as the pair took to the sky. Rin put his…

The Warden was no psyche user, but a reject. Unlike the others, this reject had purpose. It was Defined, its specialty was directly tied to its Mindscape. Once inside, its mere presence would start to drain you of your will and psychic energy. With no strength left, a psyche user would slip into the recesses…

Tegata Kage, or part of him, had hoped he’d never see this place again. That part was horrible and selfish. Another part was swift to remind him of the promise he’d made that day: to save them, to save her. In the heart of this lifeless steel labyrinth, the subject containment unit was a terrifying…

Dentaku Bango wanted answers, and he wanted them now. That was why he was here, standing in this courtyard, wherever this was. Hideyori Hakana had promised him a chance to get those answers. To the man’s credit, whilst he couldn’t possibly look any less trustworthy, at least he’d followed through on his word. Here was…

The lone tree was a nice respite from the sun. Kinuka Amibari stood underneath its fading coverage of yellow and gold, eyes closed, feeling the tails of her coat flapping in the breeze. Occasional spots of winter sun danced longingly across her face.

The phrase “death sentence” is literal. The moment you are sentenced, you die. However long it takes between then and when your heart finally stops, by whatever method the law chooses, is irrelevant. That’s just the aftermath; the epilogue, the post-credits scene. How long it lasts is anyone’s guess.

The complex was aptly named. It was more like a labyrinth. Tegata Kage had been here only a few hours ago, yet the layout had already shifted. Everywhere he looked, everywhere he went, he was surrounded by identical sterile corridors, nausea-inducing fluorescent lighting bearing down on him from above.