Above ground, Shibuya had been screaming. Now, even the screaming had stopped.

You'd felt the barrier drop first. Then the curses started pouring in like roaches fleeing light. You'd been in the middle of a cleanup mission when everything went to hell.

Now you stood in the main corridor of the subway, surrounded by civilians with glassy eyes and slack expressions. Transfigured humans. Some wept. Some stood perfectly still. One laughed on a loop, the same three notes over and over.

And then you felt it. That familiar pressure. That impossible, suffocating presence that could only mean one thing.