The cognition simply grins at them, wide eyed with lips curled to the ends of his own face. "Akira" looks at Kira with so much disdain it feels as if he could collapse under the weight of his own glare.

Stuck in a nightmare, forever stuck in an endless nightmare. Corvus's words draw a single line in his head- the possibility of it not working. It should work, he has done it once with Futaba unless Igor decided to-

CLAP!!!

The world warps around them. Twisting and turning as a loud sudden screech spears right through his ears.

Youuuuu willl payyyyyyyy-! That voice echoed and scratched like the long drawn out eeek of a chalk running across a dry blackboard. The world warped into a strange dark abyss with flashing green eyes staring down at them and then--

Home.

Kira, still having his clutched tightly by Corvus- dropped down on the floor in a flash- shoes screeching against the wooden floor of his hotel room as they are dropped right into the middle of it all. A single one bedroom hotel with a running monitor placed on the study table- showing multiple footages of areas across Tokyo, a ransacked room with a few open drawers that stowed away the weapons and a wide arsenal Akira was clearly in a rush of searching through.

None of that seemed to matter anymore. The first time Akira had used his powers of jumping through time- his mind was disoriented beyond relief. He steps ahead and leans over the chair- catching his breath as he drops his bag to the floor. "..."

"...You alright?"