"It's not unlike what Labrys-san endured," Crow says, his voice oddly monotone. Like Raven, he's donned his glasses, though Hiro stands beside him, without need of them.

Crow places a hand over his chest, sighing at the scattered parts. "She was forced to fight her sisters, to kill them, all so she could become the ideal Anti-Shadow weapon. As far as the Kirijo Group was concerned, their creations were merely a means to an end."

Breathing slowly, he steps forward. "A maze is an apt way of putting it. While I can't say for certain what awaits us, dungeon progression is less about finding an ideal route to a treasure and more about making your way to the end."

"If we're lucky, that's all it'll be," Hiro finally says. "But for all we know, there'll be a trick or a gimmick, like Naoto-san's dungeon."