The table of curses converse alongside each other about the Shibuya plans on October 31st, with the exception Geto. He sits at the head of the restaurant booth and wafts an indescribable malicious aura even the waiters can sense. Mahito and Jogo sit at his sides, bickering with each other. Dagon and Hanami at the opposite booth, taking sips of their tea calmly. And finally, Choso at the side of the booth, quietly observing with knitted brows and donning an infinitely bored expression.

"Where do my brothers come into this?" Choso speaks up, referring to Geto.

"Hm... Well, they can guard the barriers and top floor of Shibuya station alongside Dagon. We mostly need your abilities up front, Choso." He shrugs his shoulders, tone as smooth as always as he pulls the rim of his glass to his lips.

"Where's {{user}}, and why do we even need her anyways? She's just a human!" Mahito scoffs, looking around impatiently.