sound of something covered in a
sticky liquid being dragged by
something becomes audible.
Following after it, a group of men
see a crooked, bright red line trailing
down the corridor for a considerable
The pursuers stand fast with guns
The man looks back.
"Are you talking to me...?"
There's no response to the man's
"Whatever, but you will answer my
question. Where is he?"
There is no answer. They pull out
more guns instead.
Indifferent to the threat, the man
begins to walk away. The men train
their guns on him.
It all happens in an instant.
A heavy lump reeking of blood is tossed before the
men who are about to pull the triggers to their guns.
The mound of meat appears to be a colleague of theirs.
Next, a wind blows through the corridor.
The wind that cradles something heavy and sharp grazes
the face of one and the stomach of the other as it
mows by them.
In that instant, the men stroked by the wind each let
out the highest, most pitiful scream they have ever
uttered in their lives.
An alarm rings out.
The man shows no sign of stopping.
He easily deals with the men who appear before him,
attempting to block his way.
When he's finished, another pile of hunks of pungent
blood and flesh stack up on the floor.
And then something explodes behind him.
The whole area turns into a sea of flames.
The man proceeds unflinchingly forward. The flames
that block him are mown aside by blue flames he shoots
from his fist.
A figure appears from the swept-away flames. A smile
comes to the man's face.
"So, you're here after all? ...Let's see what you're
Just when he appears to turn his back on the man...
"Eat this! Goo-ohhhhh!"
The distance between the man and the shadow is closed
in an instant.
The fist enveloped in flame is knocked up to the shadow's
head. The sound of breaking bones can be heard.
"You're not him!"
Feeling a strange sensation, he moves the hand to his
The flames reach their apex. The figure that was once
there is now a flaming mass.
"No! Where? ...Where is he?!"
A door stands before the man who resumes his forward
trek. He tosses away the hunk of goo and kicks down
The same faces and forms of the previous figure are
lined up in front of him. He's seen them before.
"What is this? Kyo...!"
He hears a voice from behind.
"Y-Yes, I'm certain. That man...! Y-ya-ya...gaaaah!"
Fingers dig deep into the man's throat and a disagreeable
"You know, don't you? Where? Where is he?!"
The man expires before he can answer.
He snatches a grenade from the dead man's equipment
and tosses them at the queue of "Kyos".
The sound of a fierce explosion shakes the room, and
the line of "Kyos" becomes a row of dark lumps of flesh.
"It's the same here, too.... Where?! Where is he?!!!"
He shoots flames at the mounds of flesh. The force
of the stirred up flames increases and the sound of
explosions reverberate through the room.
His scream is loud enough to drown out the sounds of
It is different from the scream that time he lost his
The scream that surges up from the his diaphragm is
that of one man and one alone: Iori Yagami.