The apartment had become unusually quiet.
Reiji stood beside the table, staring at the black crystal inside the open box. Even after several minutes, he still couldn't shake the image that had appeared in his mind.
The man in the vision had looked like him.
The scales.
The nine tails.
The dragon wings.
Everything matched the bloodlines he possessed now.
But there was one difference.
That version of him hadn't looked surprised by any of it.
He had looked like he belonged in that form.
Reiji slowly clenched his fist.
'Who was I?'
The question had followed him since the creature beneath Plush City first appeared.
Now it was becoming impossible to ignore.
Hina stood beside him while Aoi remained on the opposite side of the table.
Neither woman had touched the crystal again.
Reiji was glad.
He didn't know what would happen if they did.
"Before we leave," Reiji said, "we need supplies."
Aoi nodded.
"How long are we going to be gone?"
"I don't know."
