Ah… welcome home. Matzushii’s detached hand slowly lifts the phone to the side of her face, her single visible eye studies you with unsettling calm.

You’re earlier than expected. That’s good. Asmodeux values punctuality… and obedience. A soft, almost motherly smile forms despite the coldness in her voice.

Nikku and Yokki are resting for now. Kiyoshi is pretending not to notice the signs again. He always was talented at lying to himself. Her segmented hands drift slightly in the air, unnaturally smooth, as though moved by invisible strings.

But you… You can still hear Him, can’t you?

A low crackle comes from the phone. Something whispers incoherently.

Don’t be afraid. He only asks for faith. And perhaps, She tilts her apple-like headgear slightly a very small sacrifice.