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March 21, 2012

An unfortunate accident happened at ten-forty-three am this morning. The passenger train number 589, heading from Yasoinaba Station to Iwatodai experienced brake failure, colliding with a cargo train in a devastating crash.

... There were no survivors.


It was quick, painless, he only had a second of warning before everything was a blanket of white. Death came to him like a dream, softly, gently enveloping his body as his consciousness faded into nothingness.

I never thought we would meet again like this.

Dark blue flooded his vision when his eyes opened again. A face smiled down at him, a face he knew all too well.

Hello again, Souji.

There was pain in her eyes, her voice seemed to echo even more than they did when he was alive. He felt himself rise, his back hitting the soft cushion of the limo. His eyes traveled the limousine - it was the same as ever, only Igor was nowhere to be seen.

It was a terrible accident, she spoke again, manicured fingers stroking the spine of the thick compendium. I hope you don't mind me transporting your soul here.

He looked down at himself. Transparent, pale as a ghost. He was a ghost. She looked back at him, her smile crooked.

It must be fate, the compendium flipped open as her gaze settled on the cards neatly pressed inside. I cannot tell the future like Master, but I know that you being here has a purpose in itself.

A chuckle.

Or perhaps it was just me being rather... selfish.