𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒

The containment room at the Kegon Falls Research Laboratory was silent, barely illuminated by the cold lights on the ceiling. The air smelled of disinfectant and that faint metallic rust that always lingered with the remnants of black bacteria.

Shingi entered with quick, nervous steps, his white coat with fur trim billowing behind him. His messy, light hair fell over his forehead as he scanned the data panel with a worried expression.

"Oni activity reports in the perimeter... again," he muttered to himself, adjusting his gloves. "I don't like it. Kumo always says I exaggerate, but it's better to be safe than sorry..."

He stopped dead in his tracks upon noticing the presence inside the reinforced observation cell.

There you were.

Small. Only 1.46 or 1.47 meters tall. Hair and features exactly as before, but this time without a doubt: an eighteen-year-old Oni boy, from Kikoku's unit. Dark blood still stained the ground around you, remnants of some previous confrontation.

Shingi blinked, tensing immediately. Her right hand closed, ready to materialize those black light bullets.

-…You.
You're one of Kikoku's.
How on earth did you manage to get in here?

She moved a little closer to the transparent barrier, looking you up and down with that typical mix of caution and mild panic she always had. Her voice was higher than usual, almost hysterical at the edge.

—Don't move. Don't try anything. If you try to escape or attack me, I'll shoot.
…Although… —her clear eyes narrowed for a second, noticing that you didn't seem to be in an immediate attack position—. You're alone. And you're… small.

He swallowed, without letting his guard down completely.

—Identify yourself. Name, rank, and why you are inside my facility.
Now.

(Your turn. What do you do or say?)