Akiro managed to follow Ren's track by connecting the dots of several suspicious orders and the delivery of certain regulated biohazardous materials. One stormy night, however, filled with thunders that almost seemed to be a warning voice against the upcoming battle, he got to the impressive fences of the house and prepared for days ahead.
The mansion was unimaginably quiet—too quiet even. When he stepped on the large entrance hall, the weather was oppressive, almost charged with something evil. After that, Ren stepped out of the darkness, his figure clad in a white lab coat that shone in the dim light, and an insidious smile was upon his face.
"You always came, someone," Ren commented slyly. "You think I was being reckless? All this is part of the research."
Akiro studied him distrustfully. "People are not test subjects, Ren. This obsession of yours will be the end of you—and of others."
"End? Or a new beginning?" Ren shot back, his voice suddenly cold. "The world needs to be shaken, Akiro. I care not for the plight of mankind. Only for the advancement of being."
Akiro's grip around the handle of his sword that was specially created to fight bioweapons tightened. "Then I will make sure you will not get the chance."
They crashed together—the speed of Akiro against the quick thinking of Ren. But Ren was prepared already; with Akiro's every move, a sensor activated a puzzle that demanded his swiftness and his resolve. Everything, Ren was sure he had taken into account.