Nine Nobodies, tucked away in the deepest basement of Castle Oblivion, mourned their current situation. “How did you stand being in this dusty, musty room for so long?” Xigbar asked Zexion between sniffles. “And I thought you were the one with the sensitive nose.” Zexion shrugged. “Sacrifices.” “I’m still kind of worried…” Luxord looked around. “It’s just the nine of us. There should be ten of us. What the heck happened to Demyx?” “Who knows?” Lexaeus shrugged. “Does this mean that there’s a way you can die,” Luxord said, trembling, “and go so far that not even evil resurrection can bring you back?” “Who knows?” Lexaeus repeated. Resurrection: the method that the Organization’s leader had used to bring his precious Organization back to life. He thought they would help him take over the wor