'We told everything we could to Kazuo Namora that same night once we returned. He had no quarrel giving Tiffany the spare room to stay in while he rushed out of the house past midnight.
Kineko was fast asleep and with the image of yet another crucified body fresh in our minds, we were all forced into uneasy sleep. There's no doubt, no doubt at all that something new would be waiting for us when we awoke.
But… when we awoke, it was just the start of another morning. Kazuo Namora hadn't returned home and Kineko was the only one questioning his whereabouts; a simple answer as 'work' did the trick—not like that was a lie.
It's around, eleven a.m. right now. I can't help it. Why? What's the true purpose of the cult? Collect souls—then what? They're anarchists in every sense of the word, but is that all there is to it?
