[Paris, 11th Arrondissement - Run-down Apartment]
In a run-down apartment far from the Louvre, the flickering light of a CRT television cast long shadows.
Jasper stretched out on the stained sofa, stifling a yawn.
His meeting with Morwen still rattled him - the man's cold intensity and unpredictable nature were unsettling.
"Remember, Jasper,"
Morwen's voice echoed in his mind,
"During this attack, the worst that could happen is the interference of Visionary Syndicate. If it comes to it, save yourself. Leave the experiment to their attacks and get out."
Morwen's chilling tone sent a shiver down Jasper's spine.
"—Another thing, Jasper. You must break the stone's emitters. If you don't, you'll absorb all the negative mana. Might not be bad for you, but it won't do us any good if you can't control it."
Jasper felt strangely reassured by the harsh instructions.
