[ Sophia, the maid of Lucifer, descended upon Earth, her form shimmering into existence in the heart of Korea. Confused and visibly irritated, she scanned the streets and locked eyes with a random local.]
Sophia: "You, in the yellow shirt."
[ The man froze, eyes wide in disbelief as he pointed to himself with hesitation. ]
The Guy: "M-Me?"
Sophia: "Where's Tokyo?"
The Guy: "W-Well if you—"
Sophia: "You know what? You'll take me… or else."
[ With swift precision, she drew her katana and held it to his throat. The cold steel gleamed beneath the sunlight, causing the man to pale. ]
The Guy: "Sure! That's alright! L-Let's just grab a cab!"
[ Panicked, the man flailed his arms and flagged down a taxi. As the vehicle pulled over, they jumped in. The driver turned to them with a relaxed expression. ]
Driver: "Where to?"
The Guy: "Tokyo! And step on it, please!"
[ The cab drove off at high speed. Meanwhile, far away, Yami was drifting into slumber—his body still, but his mind consumed by a vision. ]
[ Yami's dream began like a whisper, soft and peaceful—but it quickly twisted into a nightmare. Lucifer stood before him, his eyes glowing with malevolence. Around them, Yami's friends fell—one after another—lifeless, crumpling to the ground without a sound. Yami struggled to move, to scream, to fight… but his limbs were frozen, heavy as stone. ]
[ Then, through the suffocating darkness, a light appeared. His mother—Misaki—walked toward him, radiating warmth. She knelt and embraced him tightly.]
Misaki.S: "It's okay, my child. I'm here. You're safe."
[ Yami felt comfort, a fragile peace blooming in his chest. But the moment was brief. Another figure emerged—Dagger's Spirit, glowing faintly with otherworldly grace. ]
Yami: "Dagger... how powerful is Lucifer? Can I really defeat him?"
[ Dagger's expression turned grave, her voice carrying the weight of truth. ]
Dagger: "Lucifer's power eclipses every god, Yami. He is the child of prophecy… His strength is unmatched."
[ Yami's heart clenched, hope slipping—but she wasn't done. ]
Dagger: "However… there is one force that can rival him. The Crest. You, Yami… are the Chosen One. You carry the potential to defeat Lucifer—and save everything."
[ Her words lit a flame within him. Her soft smile—so sincere—filled him with strength. ]
Dagger: "You are strong, Yami. You are brave. And above all… you are loved."
[ As her image faded, her hand reached out one last time to ruffle his hair, gentle and maternal. His mother remained, arms wrapped around him like a fortress of love. ]
[ The dream faded slowly, warmth replacing dread. Yami's eyes opened with a new fire inside. ]
[ It was morning. The sun pierced the clouds, and Yami stood with renewed purpose. ]
Yami: "Alright… bring it."
[ His phone buzzed. Without hesitation, he answered. ]
Yami: "Yello?"
Jayson: "Yo man, the school festival's coming up. Got any ideas for the theme?"
Yami: "Hmm… how about a sports festival? The year's almost over… could be a good send-off for the third years."
Jayson: "That sounds like a plan. Catch you later, 'kay?"
Yami: "Peace."
[ Ending the call, Yami stepped out of Olympus, his legs carrying him into the fresh morning air. He jogged through the streets, his breath steady, his pace strong. ]
Yami: "...I've definitely improved. I can control my mark now—keep it hidden. I wonder what the girls are up to…"
[ As he neared the hotel, he climbed the stairs to his apartment. But the moment he stepped into the hallway— ]
[ Misami sprinted toward him with a pillow raised like a divine weapon of justice. ]
Yami: "Oh, hey Misa—"
[ THWACK ]
[ The pillow struck with fury. Once. Twice. Over and over. Yami didn't even get the chance to speak. ]
Misami: "Took your sweet time!!!"
Yahiko: "Yeah! Smack him some more!"
Sarah: "Oh my… aren't you being a little rough? Oh look—he already passed out."
Misami: "Huh?"
[ Yami was sprawled across the floor, unconscious, his soul seemingly having left his body. ]
Yahiko: "…I think you went too far."
Misami: "Shut it!!"