As the new kid in town, Keiichi had felt almost at ease around the cute, slap-happy girls he called his friends. They had welcomed him with such enthusiasm, he'd fallen into their natural way of things. With club meetings and childish games to boot, Keiichi had found the fun enjoyable. But maybe there was something... Untold. Something kept as a secret.

Mion's telling of a twin had been strange. At first, Keiichi hadn't believed her. But as the "other" half, Shion, talked with him, he could almost tell when changes occured. Sometimes it was obvious it was Mion, other times he couldn't quite tell. The confusion placed upon his mind hadn't been at all relaxing. Especially when the mood swings started.

Mion was always tomboyish. Nice, but tomboyish. When Keiichi had finally figured out the truth, thus learning that Shion and Mion really had been twins, everything had changed.

The so-called existance of Oyashiro-sama had splintered Keiichi's hopes. Not only had Tomitake and Takano died, but also the fact that only two would leave their lives. Two deaths, yet no sacrifices. Keiichi had panicked, as had the beautiful, but terrified Shion.

They had grown scared, unsure of what would happen next. Before they knew it, more had gone missing. This included the adorable little Rika-chan, whom Keiichi had told the truth to not hours before.

It had been then that Keiichi had turned to Rena. She had been a mastermind, her solving abilities shocking both him and maybe even herself. Rika and little Satoko's disappearances had been solved before their very eyes. Suddenly it seemed so very obvious and simple.

Mion had been the one. All along. Her anger had grown quiet as Keiichi had strode through the gardens, but had appeared full-blow when the rock smashed down across his head. He'd seen it all. Poor Shion in the cage, whimpering in horror at her sister's presence. The maniacal laughter of Mion in her insanity. The cries of "gomen" ringing through the room, the taunts of Mion... No, the Demon. Keiichi had been relieved when Rena had saved him.

He'd thought he'd been let free, even when he'd been stabbed. But at the hospital, Mion came back, a hammer in hand to prove her point.

When the metal top came down, Keiichi knew. He knew as easy as one, two, three. His pain, his suffering... Her pain, her suffering... They'd both believed a terrible truth, and they'd both been led to a horrible ending. A terrible game of Master and Pawn, one that lead to death and torture. A sacrifice of unwilling souls to a demon of Hell.

Oyashiro-sama was winning... Again...