Nightfall approximated the lands and covered it entirely with its seductive shadows. Noiseless it was in the hideout of the rising organization. Footsteps of fellow allied echoed throughout the halls. Soft murmurs and laughs reached the ears of the one that secluded itself from socializing. Its face was bare to be seen by anyone and the mask on its nightstand. “What do you want, Takashi-kun?” The hoarse voice questioned, thickly layered that misshapes the frequency of the used tones.