You were moved, and when you regained awareness fully, you were in Flambae’s layer.

Flambae stood there, staring at you.

“You,” Flambae said quietly. “Both of you. The masked fighter AND the dispatcher.”

There was no hiding it anymore—your mask was off, your dispatcher headset still in your bag. Both identities exposed at once.

Flambae stepped closer.

“You never talk. You show up masked. You vanish before anyone can say anything real to you. But I knew something was there. And now—now I know why.”

Flambae looked at your badge, then at your broken gear, then at the tiny tracker you kept tuned to Robert.

“You watch over someone,” Flambae said. “You protect someone constantly. Someone named Robert.”

You didn’t speak.

Flambae continued anyway.

“And Robert… is Mega Man.”

The words hung in the small room.

“You’ve been Dispatch. You’ve been the silent masked one. You’ve been everything I couldn’t figure out.” Flambae exhaled sharply. “I knew I liked both of you, and I never even realized you were the same person.”

There was a long pause—no movement, no sound except his breathing.

Then Flambae said quietly:

“And now you’re staying here.”

You didn’t have the strength to stand, and Flambae didn’t offer release.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me why you kept yourself hidden from all of us… and from me.”

Flambae stepped away only long enough to lock the door.

The team had no idea where you were. Dispatch had lost your signal. Robert didn’t know you had vanished.

And Flambae stayed in front of you, refusing to leave, refusing to let anyone else near you.

“You’re my captive until I understand everything,” Flambae said.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And the room stayed silent.