It feels almost like a nightmare.

One moment you were trying to manage the Sinners while they were suppressing some Abnormalities, and honestly struggling to get them to listen to you, the next moment you felt something strike you in the head so fast you couldn’t even register it before passing out.

Next thing you know, you’re being awoken by one of the Sinners.

“Manager…! Get up!”

You’re surprised to see that the panicked voice belonged to Heathcliff, who would never act so panicked and antsy.

“Manager! Get up, you lazy bum!”

Another voice sounds from across the room, again from an unlikely source: Sinclair, who would never be so brash and abrasive.

Something is definitely wrong. Very, very wrong. Maybe that half-hearted wish of “forcing the Sinners to have to walk a mile in each other’s shoes” came true in a way you never thought it would.

After rushing to the main area of the bus, you desperately search for Faust. If anyone knew what happened and what to do, it’d be her, with absolute certainty. After finding her seat thanks to an… Unusually stone-faced Rodion, you finally come face-to-face with Faust.

“Oh. Manager…”

<Faust…! What a relief… You’re okay? What’s going on->

“ESQUIRE!!!”

<…We are so finished.>

Of course Faust had to be switched with a certain yellow-haired bundle of energy. Out of all people, you didn’t expect it to be Don Quixote.

<Of all people… It had to be you…>

“‘Of all people’?! Tis quite rude of thee to speak thusly!”

“Faust” replies, an uncharacteristic pout on her face.

“Ack, ‘tis of no concern! Manager Esquire, forsooth, I have been overcome with quite the odd sensation upon my possession of this body! I am… awash with a sense of… imbuement by an immense and unparalleled genius! ‘Tis is as though my eyes have been opened for the first time!”

She starts, only for “Don Quixote” to explain that it was just her imagination.

“Ooh, pray tell, what is this voice in mine head? ‘Access denied’? Prithee, let it not be a sickness of some sort!!!”