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... ... ... ... ?

What is...?

I shouldn't... be awake...


[In the Velvet Room...]

[It's courteous of whatever's going on with Igor's plan here that Hamuko is dressed. She probably shouldn't even have a body... whatever she has going on now... did her body fall comatose without her? Did it die? If it was alive, she surely should be much older. ... ... ... Maybe that all doesn't really matter, right now. She's here, gifted a chance to be around others again. The pinboard catches her attention first, of course. Signs of other people... so many little notes, talking about multiple versions of the same person running around. That's... that's charming... that's fun. ...Even if the notes about Ken Amadas make her sad...]

Hmm... I don't see any other 'me' off the bat...

[She'll take a few minutes once given a pen and some pink paper to doodle a little version of herself, signed with her name and phone number, and add it to the corner of the pinboard.]


[Inaba, Central Shopping District]

[What a fun little town! A charming place... hey, isn't this the town she went to for the volleyball camp? She loved the accommodations, but it's so nice to actually wander the streets and see the little shops. This place is SO rural, Hamuko had never really visited a place this remote, even when jumping between foster homes.] Let's see... what's the good spot for the locals? [No point being a complete tourist shmuck!!]


[Shibuya, Underground Mall]

[Well, since nothing costs anything here... might as well get some cute new clothes, right? Who knows how long she'll be around here, and 'dreaming up' new outfits didn't seem to be a thing. No lucid dreaming here - somehow, Hamuko felt a lot happier with that in mind. Still... the fashion is so different!!]

I just want one cute orange top...!! Is orange out of style? Dang it...


[Iwatodai Dorms]

[Of all of the places she's been having fun goofing off and exploring in, the dorms... she couldn't quite get the courage to open the front. Not just yet.]

Not even Koromaru is out front right now. ...I've gotta apologize...

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[takutomaruki]

The only thing you take to the grave is yourself.

He hated hearing that. So much. Being so accustomed to death, holding its hand and walking down your path nonetheless- it isn't something not many people could cope with. Having to deal with a loss so grave that you will always walk around, losing that piece of yourself with that person, he knew all too well-

"Can’t fall apart like this," Maruki reminded himself silently. His fingers tightened around the apple juice before he exhaled and slipped it back into his pocket.

"I don’t like the implications of this ‘interesting challenge,’" he admitted with a tired sigh.

Maruki muttered before patting his hoodie pocket. "I have… oh, God, I hope I packed those cards. Hold on."

He dug through his hoodie with the determination of a man searching for a misplaced wallet. After a second, he pulled out two Persona Cards and held them up triumphantly. No one has told the doctor yet that you don't particularly lose access to Persona Cards but here we are. On one hand, the other still busy attending to his clipboard as he swipes over the cards with a flick of his thumb.

"So I have two of them- a Nekomata and a TekeTeke. One of them gave me a phone number as I had mentioned earlier and the other..." His smile softened. "Her story was a bit too depressing, so I lent her an ear. She appreciated it."

His fingers traced the surface of the cards thoughtfully. "Funny thing is, a lot of the Persona Users I’ve met here have never heard of this technique. Neither did I until Katsuya-san showed me around. I guess I’m bringing something new to the table."

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"Persona cards..." Hamuko repeated, closing the gap between them to peek at them in his hand. Nekomata was... not a very strong Persona, but maybe TekeTeke would do well. "I've never seen them physically like this. I've only ever seen them in visions or working with Igor in dreams," she admitted, admiring it - it felt a little surreal to see them tangible!

Gave a phone number, and lent an ear... neither of those were an 'awakening'. This guy must be from a different circumstance - which is only verified by Maruki's comment about how most people hadn't even heard of this.

"I would've loved if I could've gotten more Personas by flirting, that sounds like a lot more fun."

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Maruki blinked at Hamuko’s mention of Igor. "Oh, so that’s how fusion works for you? In my case, we just give the phone number to Igor, and he calls the Persona to summon them to the Velvet Room." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly adding, "Though, I’ll admit… I’ve never tried fusing any of them. Just didn’t seem like the right time to ask, you know?"

At Hamuko’s follow-up comment about flirting, Maruki froze.

Maruki turned red almost instantly. "Wh-what?! I wasn’t…! I mean, I wasn’t trying to flirt! I just—she thought I was funny, I guess?" He could feel his face burning, the heat radiating all the way to his ears. He shifted awkwardly, one hand gripping the edge of his clipboard like it might keep him from melting into the earth.

For a moment, he wanted to sit there, thoroughly bemused, as his brain tried to process it all. "Oh my God… did I actually flirt with her?" He groaned quietly, resting his head in one hand. Considering the implications of the joke he had made.

"Katsuya-san really took the brunt of that whole negotiation, honestly but...actually wait-"

"That sounds a lot more fun?" he directly quoted her. "...you would’ve flirted with other Shadows if you’d had the chance?"

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"I mean, come on! That sounds WAY more fun than just beating the tar out of them. And I wouldn't flirt with just any Shadow! So many shadows are like... tables. I'm not about that," Hamuko laughed brightly. "Plus, almost never have I seen a Persona like Nekomata as a Shadow? They usually just emerge from the sea of souls. At least, that's what I thiiiink is happening when I get a vision of them after battles?"

Hamuko laughed even more at the thought of it.

"If Scathach started bantering though, definitely. She's a cutie. Vishnu? Oh you better believe it!"

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Well he won't deny that it was much easier to simply speak to them- acknowledging that they were manifestations of people's beliefs- being reasonable with them was a good enough stance as any. "Being reasonable with them seems like the most humane approch alright." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I’m... not much of a fighter, honestly, so it worked in my favour."

A slow smile forms on his face at Hamuko's laughter. He appreciated it more than he realized.

He paused, the memory of negotiations with Demons resurfacing. “Though from what I understand, the Shadows in Mikage-cho and Sumaru City are often referred to as Demons. And Demons? They thrive on negotiations. But the more you alarm them, the quicker it turns into a fight which seems vastly different from my encounters in Shibuya's Mementos.” He furrowed his brow, thoughtfully tapping his clipboard with his pen. “There was a reason for that distinction, I think? I don’t remember it all too well.” The blush had started to fade as he made a quick note on his clipboard again.

Refer to Katsuya-san about the difference between Shadows and Demons (again?)

The blush that had flared earlier had mostly faded.

Until it didn’t.

When Hamuko rattled off the Personas she’d be willing to flirt with, Maruki felt a little heat creeping back up. He didn’t know the names Scathach or Vishnufirsthand- even after spearheading his way through all the levels of Mementos alone, but something about the mental image of flirtatious banter with mythological figures made his brain short-circuit for a second.

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“I suppose I can see the appeal in some Personas,” Maruki said, half to himself. His mind wandered briefly to Personas he had seen before. Parvati... or even Mithras—

He stopped himself mid-thought, realizing the direction his mind had gone. His eyes widened slightly as he coughed into his fist and ran a hand over his mouth. “Wow. This conversation took a whole other tangent.”

He looked back at Hamuko, equal parts sheepish and amused. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me already,” he said, chuckling softly. "Let’s just hope I don’t end up negotiating with a Yaksini using compliments. That’d probably end with me getting viciously stabbed or punted across the nearest courtyard."

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"She's SO PRETTY... So many of the Empress Arcana Personas are really cute," Hamuko giggled a bit, leading down the path. It felt like the path was floating in the fog, making everything serene... one thing she noticed was a lack of Shadows along that path.

At least that made it a little easier to chat, for now. The first fork wasn't a massive one - in front of them was a distorted stack of old fashioned high school desks, and to the left...

A shimenawa. Hamuko hesitated before going forward, trying to see further past the rope for signs of Shadows... but all she could see was that stone path twisting and fading into more fog.

"Can you sense anything? I'm not really able to use navigational skills like that."

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“Cute, huh?” Maruki’s smile twitched slightly at the corners. He could hardly picture Yaksini blushing at such a description. “I think ‘fierce’ might be a safer bet, honestly.”

They keep walking ahead as Maruki promptly follows her around. He wasn't really the type to lead someone else, usually finding comfort in supporting someone (nor did he really trust himself when it came to such things...he could easily lead them off into a ditch elsewhere if he wasn't looking-)

He hesitates for a moment as he sees the distorted desks, the old sign posts that he's seen standing at other corners of Inaba. Such quiet.
The path felt suspended in the fog, the strange, dreamlike scenery stretching endlessly. Whoever’s cognition had conjured this place was clearly powerful—or perhaps their psyche was being influenced by an external phenomenon. He had seen cognitive distortions before, but this was on a different level..

Lack of items or healing...person of interest being the self-sabotaging type?
Grave motifs?
Suppressed memories or guilt?

He nearly dropped his clipboard and pen when Hamuko’s voice called out, snapping him out of his mental analysis. Realizing he’d fallen a few paces behind, he quickly caught up to her.

She stood at a fork. Directly ahead was the stack of desks, and to the left, a shimenawa rope stretched across the entrance of a twisting stone path that faded into more fog. The air around the rope felt... charged. Maruki’s brow furrowed as Hamuko spoke.

"Even with the glasses, we can’t see much past this," he murmured, eyes narrowing at the shimenawa. “Whoever governs this place clearly doesn’t want us here.”

"Let me see..."

He closes his eyes for a moment, drawing onto Azathoth as the persona stirs within him. When he opens them, his left pupil is outlined by a faint golden hue as he looks directly into the fog.

"There doesn't seem to be any immediate...wha-!" His eyes widen, finding some sort of disparity in the way he could almost feel something constricting into the air. Like an existence which stubbornly kept out of sight. “I can sense something,” he said, his tone more urgent. “I can’t see it, but it’s close. Closer than I’d expect for something keeping this low a profile.”

Maruki blinked, and his eyes returned to normal. He clutched his clipboard and carefully tucked his pen into the ‘v’ of his hoodie. There was no point in taking notes mid-battle—not unless they survived long enough to reflect on the experience.

“The shimenawa may be functioning as a gate,” he said softly, glancing at Hamuko. “Or a barrier. I’m not sure what’s beyond it, but... I don’t think it wants to be disturbed.”

He adjusted his stance, his expression serious. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

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"Shimenawa acting as a barrier for 'evil spirits' or Shadows..." Hamuko hummed in thought, reaching out to touch the rope, and then the space above it.

No luck - there was a firm, solid block, the physical shimenawa expanding to completely and wholly block progress forward. They weren't evil spirits (as far as Hamuko knew) but... with Maruki's assessment, evidenced by the glow to his eyes, she knew there was something beyond the shimenawa.

Was it there to keep those spirits in?

"...This person might have more in common with me than I thought," she remarked. "Let's be extremely careful. This is only supposed to be a memory or a dream, right? But we might not go all the way in if this is meant to seal something away," Hamuko explained, lining up the shoddy naginata blade with the rope. "Ready for a battle?"

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Maruki blinked at Hamuko, caught off-guard by her remark. His lips parted slightly, a mixture of surprise and curiosity playing across his face. Did she just imply that she might share a connection with whoever’s mind had formed this place? Or was it related to Nyx and the moon and god knows what- He wasn’t sure what surprised him more—the insight or the casual way she dropped it.

Before he could fully process it, Hamuko turned to him.

Maruki let out a soft huff of a laugh. “I think I’m more ready to face whatever’s behind this rope with a peashooter than I am to hear anything else coming out of your mouth,” he teased lightly, shaking his head.

With that, he instinctively backed away a step, his gaze flicking from the rope to the fog beyond. His expression grew more serious. He could feel Azathoth stirring deep within him—the Persona’s presence almost overwhelming, as if it were trying to reach out and grasp the unseen force beyond the barrier.

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"Hah! You're only saying that because I'm gonna carry you," Hamuko teased back, lightly, lifting her naginata and swinging it down with the force to slice through the shimenawa.

With the swift slice, the barrier dissolved immediately and something felt freed - even Hamuko realized it in time to not get caught off guard by the pack of Shadows pouncing on them.

She winced at them - eugh, floating balls with mouths and giant tongues?? Shadows never stopped being weird and gross - but she didn't get a sense of imminent danger from them beyond what was to be expected from dangerous Shadows in general.

So Hamuko pulled her Evoker from its holster - mercifully it had not been taken from her - and pressed it to her temple. Messiah stirred in her even before she pulled the trigger, before her head snapped from the shock and the euphoric rush of unleashing her inner self realized. Morning Star - Messiah raised an arm heavenward, and from a light above, Almighty damage practically exploded downwards.

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Maruki’s eyes widened when Hamuko pulled out her Evoker. The moment she pressed it to her temple, his stomach dropped.

His mind flashed back to another time, another person. That Ren Amamiya. He had pressed an Evoker to his head too.
Summoned Raoul—that ghostly phantom.
And then the bullets had rained down. Maruki clenched his fists as the memory burned into him for just a second longer than he’d like.

Not now, Maruki. Focus. He shook his head, dispelling the past from his mind. Its been months since that attack and he's fought far tougher enemies before so why should he be-

Hamuko’s Messiah materialized in a burst of radiant energy. The sheer light from above was blinding for a moment as her Persona raised its arm heavenward, summoning the full force of Morning Star. A pillar of light exploded downward, disintegrating all of the grotesque, floating Shadows on the spot.

"My god."

Maruki couldn’t help but gape for a second. There was even some black goo from one of the shadows that made its way onto his hoodie before it outright disappeared.

"...I see what you meant by carrying me." He evenly says, his mind still catching up with how he swore he saw literal stars as he tried to get away from the attack.

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"We had to bring our best to fight her at... hmm..." Hamuko started to reply, eyes closed as she 'saw' shuffle time, trailing off the sentence as she gleaned the strange new rules to it. After a bit she coaxed extra insight (EXP) and a few coins (funnily useless, but she'll hoard them just in case).

As the battle faded, an oppressive heaviness weighed down over them. Hamuko was left almost breathless, pressing a hand to her chest - not for inability to breathe, but for the painfully familiar feeling.

The weight of Nyx's sheer presence crushing them to the ground with dread. The terror of realizing their imminent death. Climbing the stairs knowing that they would likely never be descending them ever again. Staring into the alien heart of the creature in the moon, feeling in every cell of her body the promise of death.

...Half of her stamina was gone... wicked away by this forest, this grave - the only reason to be in here was to die.

"Hohh... are you... are you okay?" Hamuko asked, regaining her composure.

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Maruki didn’t catch Hamuko’s words at first. Something felt off. His body suddenly betrayed him, doubling over as he hunched forward with one hand clutching his chest. His hoodie shifted over his dark brown hair, casting a harsh shadow across one side of his face. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling like he had just run a marathon. His heart pounded erratically—not fear exactly, but exhaustion so overwhelming that it felt like it had dug into his very soul.

What the hell... Why now?

He squeezed his eyes shut, grounding himself as he’d done countless times before after grueling battles in Mementos. A brief mental acuity check. He slowed his breath. In. Out. Measured. Steady. He was good at keeping a level head in moments like these, but even so, his mind still felt like it was drifting.

When he finally straightened up, he glanced over at Hamuko. He barely registered her outstretched hand or her expression of concern.

Maruki immediately took note of the pale tint to her skin and the tension in her frame. She was drained too.

Maruki’s clipboard had already slipped from his fingers, clattering to the foggy ground. Without hesitation, he rested a steadying hand on her shoulder as if worried she might trip, his gaze soft but full of concern.

“I’m... okay. Physically,” Maruki said slowly. His voice was steady but tinged with uncertainty. “But my spirit feels... drained. Hollow. Like whatever energy we had, this place is sapping it away.”

His eyes widened slightly as a sudden realization struck him. Heavy Almighty attack. His mind flashed back to that blinding light Messiah had summoned. The devastation of Morning Star. Almighty energy demanded quite a lot of stamina and vitality before but Hamuko-san wouldn't have landed the attack if she couldn't handle it. Hell, Maruki has used those attacks too and he never-

“Wait—what about you?” Maruki’s hand tightened just slightly on her shoulder. He searched her eyes, the fatigue still weighing on his chest like an anvil. “You just unleashed one hell of an attack too. Are you really okay?”

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With a slightly frazzled laugh, Hamuko placed her hand over the one on her shoulder - not pushing it away, just holding it, getting herself back under control. "Physically okay," she repeated back to him, chest tight but gradually unwinding.

...Physical touch helped. The warmth of another hand, a kind gesture from a stranger. Concern and the warmth of that worry in their tone.

People really were wonderful.

"I felt that too. I think-- bah... it felt a little too much like a few things I've experienced before. The person that went in here.... they didn't expect to ever come out again. It is a very horrible feeling," she admitted, dabbing at her eye. "I'll have to be a lot more conservative with my stamina use, though. Hah."

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[takutomaruki]

He realized all too late that he touched her shoulder- his mind too clouded at the fact that the girl who had just obliterated shadows with the call of the Messiah- and now collapsing under the weight of her spell; or this place- needed help.

Messiah meant sacrifice. Messiah meant letting go of the world for the greater good-

His hand twitched under her touch, as if alluding to the fact that he wanted to let go- not wanting to push her boundaries.

So when he felt her tremble he steeled his nerves and kept his hand there.

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He listens to her as she punctuates the meaning of this place. The hollow forest. Of course. This place felt as ominous as the forest he and Rumi were stuck in when they were all too young to even comprehend it all.

God, the one stranger who looked at him with a clear lens was being forced into such pain. To be so hyper aware of her own situation that she empathised with this place-

When Hamuko dabbed at her eye and mentioned conserving her stamina, something inside Maruki hardened—not with anger, but with unshakable resolve. The girl who had just obliterated Shadows with Messiah’s almighty power now stood here, hyper-aware of her vulnerability and still full of empathy for whatever had created this place.

He couldn’t stand the thought of her suffering any more than she already had.

“Hamuko-san,” Maruki began, his voice soft but insistent. “It’s greatly admirable that you can keep your head and heart so clear, especially in a place like this. Not many people could walk through something so heavy and still find compassion for the pain around them. That’s a rare kind of strength.”

His dark eyes softened, filled with the same care and empathy that had made him such a beloved counselor at Shujin Academy. “But there’s absolutely no way I can allow you to bring yourself harm like this. Are you really sure you want to go to such lengths for a stranger?”

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"Of course," she answered immediately, without hesitation.

She had given so much of herself for everyone, even people she had never met and would never know.

And this man... therapist or not, he had a genuine kindness to him. The kind of sincerity and compassion she believed in fighting for.

"It took me off guard, but I'll be okay. I promised I would keep you safe while you researched, so I will."

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Maruki’s chest tightened as he listened to Hamuko’s immediate reply. Of course. No hesitation. No second thoughts. It was the kind of selfless resolve that struck a chord deep inside him. He had seen it before—most clearly in Akira, and, years ago, in Rumi. That same relentless need to help others and shouldering the responsibility of it all.

Maruki’s expression softened, but the concern didn’t fade. Slowly, he let go of her shoulder, fingers trembling slightly before falling back to his side. He looked away, casting his gaze over the fog-laden trees. His research, his life’s work—removing pain and suffering from people’s lives—had been born from a similar place. A desperate hope to protect those he cared about from the same pain that had once crushed him.

But even knowing that... seeing Hamuko like this was almost too much.

“If you say you can handle it,” he began slowly, “then all I can do is trust you." His eyes returned to hers, and he forced a small smile—a little tired, a little unsure, but genuine nonetheless. “I’m very grateful to you, Hamuko-san. Truly.”

For a moment, he paused, as if weighing his next words. Then, almost as a last attempt to ease some of her burden, he extended his hand formally. “I realize I haven’t properly introduced myself yet. I’m Dr Takuto Maruki, formerly a counselor at Shujin Academy and now well- a researcher.” There was a slight hesitation before he added, “Maybe you’ve heard of me... or my work.”

It just wasn't right to keep taking advantage of her kindness without even sharing his name in return.

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"Maruki-san..." Hamuko repeated back, humming in thought. She'd read it, a few times - there was even some bickering on the board. She'd have to look at it again to really glean anything more than that.

"I think I saw your name on the board. And a few negative comments," she laughed a little lightly. "But nothing that explained your research. I wouldn't mind hearing more after we find a good stopping point here," Hamuko added. Obviously if there was something harmful going on, she'd want to find out - but multiple timelines, multiple possibilities, she didn't know what this man's experience was yet.

With that same smile, that same willingness to hear and understand, she met his hand and returned the handshake.

"Don't hesitate to press forward more here. Even if this challenged me here, if someone currently here created a place like this, I want to be ready and able to be there for them too. So it's good training for both of us."

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Maruki winced slightly at Hamuko’s laughter. He couldn’t exactly share her lightness over being branded as a brainwashing control freak on discussion boards, but… there was no bitterness in her voice. No judgment. She didn’t seem to be holding anything against him—not yet, at least.

And if he was honest with himself, part of him had been expecting the worst. Maybe even hoping she’d walk away in disgust. It would have made things easier.

It didn't stop him from being pinned down by the crimes he didn't commit. Or committed them in another world. Just like he never had a son but he did feel responsible for taking care of him nonetheless.

"My research...its pretty simple in principle," he admits with a sheepish tone. "But it seems my other selves across the multiverse had their own... interpretations. I don’t know if I agree with all of them, but the intentions were likely the same."

With a small sigh, Maruki reached up and adjusted the hood of his hoodie. He let it fall away from his head, revealing his face fully at last. His dark hair was slightly tousled from the fog and sweat, and the cat ears drooped slightly from where they had been folded into the fabric.

“I’m not planning to leave this place without answers,” he said with a bit more steel in his tone, his kind eyes sharpening just slightly with determination. “I have a hypothesis about why this place works the way it does… and if I’m right, it’s not pretty.” He hesitated as he turned back for a moment and quickly bent down to grab his clipboard from the ground. Dusting off the dust from the pinned papers, his lips pulled still. "This place has a way of getting into your head. Digging into thoughts you might not even realize you had."

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They were nasty rumors to be sure - brainwashing is a pretty intense accusation. But as Maruki explained that he was uncertain about his motivations in other worlds, other timelines, it lined up well with what Hamuko had guessed already.

"That would make sense just given my experience in the past twenty minutes," Hamuko hummed in agreement, though after a pause she tilted her head in thought. "...But then again, I never really had the time to process a lot of what I went through most recently, so it's not easy to say."

The months after the Promised Day were too much of a haze of no one quite remembering, and of being... SO tired. So, bone-deep tired... because she was only there thanks to her promise to reunite for Graduation Day.

After an unsteady beat, Hamuko tapped the tip of her shoe against the ground in a thoughtful fidget.

"So this place both mirrors the subconscious and affects it? ...Why do Shadows congregate in here, then? I'd thought that they were tied with Nyx, but..." trailing off, Hamuko frowned, tapping her chin. "...They did say that Shadows existed and were being studied long before anything about Nyx was found... but Nyx has existed for all this time, alongside life on Earth. How detached is this place from Nyx's influence...?"

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Maruki nodded thoughtfully at Hamuko’s question, his expression shifting into the analytical calm that often came over him when discussing his field of study. It was clear that her curiosity and intelligence weren’t lost on him—if anything, they pushed him to dig deeper into his own thoughts.

“Well, if we consider Carl Jung’s theory of the Collective Unconscious, I wouldn’t necessarily tie all Shadows to Nyx’s influence,” he began, his voice soft but confident. “Nyx, from what I’ve gathered, was a powerful being with her own unique impact on humanity’s psyche. But the Shadows we see here may not have been conjured by her directly. I don’t exactly see the goddess of darkness showing up again anytime soon to string humanity together for its doom.” He tried to soften the grim topic with a faint chuckle, though it only partially masked the tension beneath.

Maruki flipped to the topmost page of his clipboard, scanning his notes. “From what I have discerned so far—after hearing about Nyx being sealed enough times to almost give me gray hairs,” he added with a half-joking smile—“it’s possible this place functions similarly to Mementos- another cognitive phenomenon now relevant in our Shibuya. All of these phenomena seem to be influenced by cognition. That is, by perception—either an individual’s or, more importantly, a collective group’s common belief.”

He paused for a moment, considering how best to explain it. “Take the studio we just walked into earlier who have a public figure they look up to, for example. If someone—or an entire group—perceives them a certain way, whether positively or negatively, that perception can manifest here. It’s not necessarily tied to logic or truth, but rather the emotional weight and intensity of those beliefs.”

Maruki’s gaze turned more serious as he continued. “It’s similar to the way some people I’ve interviewed here talk about the fog. Some believe it’s poisonous, which is why they avoid investigating it. That belief, driven by fear and anxiety, could be keeping the fog in place—clouding their vision both physically and mentally.”

He stopped for a moment, his brow furrowing as a new thought struck him. “There’s also other forms of anxiety that stems in the forms of Hypochondria."

"Its where an individual who believes themselves to be sick can end up actually turning sick because of that. A trick of the mind. If we keep looking onward maybe we could...”

Maruki’s voice trailed off slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “But as much as I can theorize, there’s still a lot I don’t understand."

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"Maybe you can help find the answer for why humanity craves death," Hamuko said a bit humorlessly. "I have ideas about it, but... my job is to be the last Seal humanity will ever need. I believe that everyone after me will be able to live, and thrive."

If it was ever in doubt, now it couldn't be. Stated outright why she felt so deeply connected to this place.

"This grave... I think the person who created it felt as though they were sealing something terrible, too. I don't know if we'll find out what, since this isn't the actual site. But I say it's better to know the dangers than to live with your head in the sand."

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Maruki froze as Hamuko’s words sank in. He didn’t speak at first, just stared at her, a rare flicker of something unreadable crossing his usually calm face. The weight of what she had said hit him harder than anything else he’d heard that day.

“You sealed away...death itself?” he finally murmured, his voice almost a whisper.That's what she meant by throwing herself at it. It wasn’t disbelief, oh no he had his suspicions—he had long since stopped doubting the incredible when it came to people like Hamuko—but a mixture of awe and sorrow. He slowly set the clipboard away from himself, unable to focus on his notes.

“You really did die in your world."

He finally looked up- attempting to keep a small smile, not wanting to add gasoline to the fire with dissecting everything she just spilled right now. “I- I don't understand,” he said softly, his voice empty of anger. “What happened to you...it’s one of the most selfless acts anyone could ever do. And yet, the cost—” He broke off, running a hand through his dark hair. “To live knowing others are free, but at the expense of your own life... it’s a tragedy no one should have to endure.”

This place is not going to do her any good either.

"I am sorry for pointing us to this place," his expression drooped. "Living with your head in the sand or what not is a different ordeal but I would honestly much prefer that over bringing you here. Hah.." his sentence ended off with a weak chuckle. "Hm."

Probably a little pathetic to admit that out loud, huh? Still- "If you want we can retrace our steps to the entrance again. I am sure it wouldn't be too difficult."