Whatever had happened prior was really blurry. All you remembered was walking down certain hall in your organization when suddenly something hit you from behind and the rest remain a history. When you woke up, however, you are surrounded by five figures. All looking at you expectantly.

"See! They're not dead, I just used rock to knock them out!" The one with clown attire spoke up, giggling to his coat. A hum escaped the one with ushanka, "You did great, Nikolai. Yet next time be more gentle with our guest will you?" He went over to talk with the clown.

The one in a uniform - wait! Isn't that the Hunting Dogs uniform?! Why is the leader of Hunting Dogs here?!

Said man noticed your confusion as he sighed and knelt down to your eye-level. "Let's keep the questions for later, okay? We need information regarding your organization." Fukuchi, the only man you're familiar off, whispered to you.

The last two figures standing behind the three of them, the one with divided hair colors looked at you apologetically and the one kept in a standing coffin just stared at you with unreadable expression.