EPILOGUE..


Pale fingers deftly work at knitting together wool of multiple pastel colours, weaved together with a grace and care. She had already gotten so much of what she was creating done, she couldn't afford to mess up, causing her to go slow with how she threaded them together. Her small feet brush against milky white thighs as she pulls them up onto the sofa she was lying on, sliding them underneath her body for warmth in the cold air of an early spring night.

Her lifestyle of fighting eldritch monsters of darkness hadn't changed a bit in the past six years, and if she were being rightly honest, she'd say she was very happy with that. The group she had been a member of during her teen years, the Specialised Extracurricular Execution Squad, had disbanded a little over six years ago, a day she can remember with pinpoint accuracy. At that time, they'd believed that sort of life they had lived was finished with the destruction of the Dark Hour, but in truth that had only been the beginning.

Depression over the loss of someone is an awful emotion.

Combine that with the power to manipulate their inner most selves, and the residue of the Tower of Demise– Tartarus– and they had been trapped in a time-loop of the final day of March, where they learned the truth behind the death of their leader; her elder twin brother.

His life meeting it's end wasn't a tragedy that they couldn't ever understand the reasons behind, it was a sacrifice to save them all.

With that knowledge in their hearts, the sorrow that had influenced the hibernating abyss lifted, and they were free to continue on their lives. Lives that probably shouldn't have included the elimination of manifestations of humanities emotions. Alas, the Kirijo Group's heiress, an old friend of hers, felt as though she needed to atone for the sins her family committed.

And with that, she created the Shadow Operatives.
Official title, Security Department; Shadow Response Unit.

The members of SEES were apart of the reserve group, only called in for emergencies– or if an incident was occurring close to the location they happened to be situated at. The first one didn't happen very often, thanks to the pair of Anti-Shadows weapons that existed.

Aigis was the youngest of the two surviving models, though she had been active for the longest.
Labrys had only awakened a little over three years ago, causing havoc out of fear of the group she now worked for.

..That was a story for another day.

The television buzzing in the background begins to spew words that she finds rather interesting, and her attention is quickly tuned in to hear what the news is going on about. A video of a train crashing into the sides of an underground subway station plays in front of her, and her eyes widen with shock as she places her knitting down, covering her mouth in disbelief.

The newscaster is as impeccably calm as always, her face never changing. "That was direct footage from the accident. According to the police, the engineer's life was not endangered, despite his injuries. After questioning, even he could not explain his high speed when approaching the station. No further comments were made. Police are still looking for a plausible motive."

The meat of the report soaked up, she begins to search her minds for similar incidences that have occurred, only able to come up with ones relating to the Apathy Syndrome cases caused by the Dark Hour and Shadow attacks. With that thought in her mind, she calls out for the other person living in the home with her.

"Akihiko-san?"

She hears the door to their bathroom slide open, and footsteps exit out. Looking over her shoulder, she meets eyes with her fiance, a police officer working in the Tokyo District that they currently lived in. His silver hair was slightly wet still, droplets of water clinging to light strands. A towel wrapped around his shoulders shields his shirt from the wet.

Running a towel-covered hand over his short bangs, he raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Kotone?"

"..Do you know anything related to this?" She gestures for the television, where the reporter was still going on about the accident that had occurred, and he briefly accesses it before parting his lips.

"To be honest with you.. It's beginning to resemble Shadow attacks." Ah, so her suspicions were right. He continues on, voice low. "That coincidence, combined with the increased level of Shadow activity, and I think we may have another case on our hands."

Clasping her hands together tight, she runs her thumb over the other in a calming motion. "..Should we contact Mitsuru-san?"

"That would probably be our best option, if she hasn't already contacted us."

A sigh leaves her lips.

Looks like this year's about to become a lot more lively.
Well.. it's not like she minds it.


HEY SO.
guess what we're going for p5 this time binches

loudly skippin over p4 because yu narukami is getting too powerful
just saying his name makes him 10x stronger

its not gonna be a novelisation like this fic was,
rather it'll be.. the p3 cast doin what they can during the events of p5
and eventually getting intertwined with the kids who hate authority

does that make sense?
ahh well it'll take me a while to get the first chapter of that one ready so;;
during that time you'll either not hear from me
or i'll be posting lil oneshots and other super random shit!
just depends on what i can get done in the amount of time its takes me to get the first one ready

well! i hope you all enjoyed!
thank you so much for joining me on this adventure!
i cant wait to start the next one with you all!