The darkness of the alleyway was suffocating, broken only by the dim, flickering light of a nearby neon sign casting fractured shadows onto the damp cobblestones. The woman clutched her two children tightly, her breaths ragged as she hurried through the narrow passage. She had taken a shortcut to escape the oppressive crush of Shinjuku's late-night crowds, unaware of the predator lurking in the shadows.

  A sudden chill swept through the air, and her steps faltered. She turned her head sharply, eyes scanning the empty passage behind her. Nothing. Only the sound of dripping water echoed faintly in the distance.

  "Mommy?" her youngest whispered, his voice trembling. "What's that noise?"

  Before she could answer, a low, guttural growl reverberated through the alley, a sound that sent icy tendrils of fear creeping through her veins. From the darkness, a shape emerged. It was a yokai, its body a grotesque amalgamation of sinewy muscles and warped, jagged features. Its eyes glowed a malevolent red, burning with hunger, and its maw stretched impossibly wide, revealing rows of needle-like teeth dripping with viscous saliva.

  "Run!" she screamed, shoving her children forward.

  The eldest boy grabbed his sibling's hand, tears streaming down his face as they sprinted toward the distant light of the street. But the yokai was faster. It moved with inhuman speed, a blur of claws and malice.

  The mother barely had time to react before it pounced, its talons sinking into her shoulders. Her scream was cut short as it ripped her away from the ground, her body flailing like a ragdoll. Blood sprayed across the walls as its teeth tore into her throat, silencing her cries.

  The children froze in horror, their wide eyes reflecting the monstrous scene. The younger boy whimpered, "Mommy…"

  The yokai turned its gaze to them, blood staining its grotesque face. It dropped the lifeless body of their mother with a sickening thud and advanced. The elder brother shielded his sibling, his small frame trembling but defiant.

  There was no escape.

  The beast lunged.

  The heart of Shinjuku pulsed with electric energy, a neon-tinged symphony of activity that never seemed to fade, even in the dead of night. Crowds of people surged through the streets, their laughter and chatter masking the horrors lurking just beyond their awareness. The bloodied alleyway remained unseen, its grim tableau swallowed by the city's oblivious hum.

  Yet, amidst the bustling throngs, a subtle ripple of unease hung in the air, a faint tremor of power that only those attuned to the supernatural could feel.

  Narrator (Hikari):

  "Do you believe in the supernatural? My grandfather used to tell me stories about it."

  Beyond the neon-lit streets, the city's vibrancy faded into shadow. The graveyard on the outskirts of Shinjuku exuded an oppressive stillness, its jagged headstones clawing at the night sky. Twisted trees whispered secrets in the wind, their gnarled branches seeming to reach for the living. The air was thick with the stench of decay and something darker, an ancient, restless energy that seeped into the ground like blood spilled long ago.

  Narrator (Hikari):

  "He'd talk about yokai, demons, and things beyond the veil. I thought it was all just a bunch of nonsense…"

  The scene shifted again, to the bustling halls of Hikari's high school. Students chattered and laughed, their voices a stark contrast to the suffocating dread creeping through the supernatural undercurrent of the city. Hikari moved through the crowd, seemingly ordinary, but her eyes carried a weight, a knowledge no one else shared.

  She stopped for a moment, her fingers brushing the strap of her school bag as if seeking reassurance. A sharp, invisible chill prickled her skin, and for a fleeting moment, she felt the air tremble, a silent whisper of something watching, waiting.

  Narrator (Hikari):

  "…until one fateful day."

  The school gates loomed ahead, bustling with students filing in and out like clockwork. Hikari Sato strode through them with an easy confidence, her sandals clicking against the pavement. The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, catching the faint shimmer of her lip gloss. She tugged at the loose bow of her uniform sweater, adjusting it with an almost exaggerated flair, her baggy socks slouching just right over her toned legs. A navy skirt swished with each step, and her medium-length brown hair was styled into loose, tousled waves that perfectly matched her kogal aesthetic.

  Hikari thrived on attention. She wouldn't admit it, of course, but her bold, effortless presence turned heads wherever she went. Today was no different. She sauntered into the classroom, radiating her usual mix of mischief and laid-back charm.

  As her gaze swept the room, it landed on a face she didn't recognize. A boy with round glasses and an air of calm self-assurance sat at the teacher's desk. His uniform was crisp and almost annoyingly neat, contrasting sharply with the relaxed chaos of hers.

  "Ah, you must be the new student, Sutaro Katsuki~" chirped Ms. Liz, the teacher, who greeted him with her usual overly sweet tone.

  Hikari leaned against her desk, watching Sutaro with a curious tilt of her head as he made his way to the empty seat beside her. His movements were deliberate, confident. He adjusted his glasses with a faint smirk, the kind that seemed to say he already knew more than everyone else in the room.

  Their eyes met, and Hikari's lips quirked into a crooked smile. There was something about him. Cool, collected, and maybe a little too smug for her liking. She thrived on shaking up people like that.

  "Nice to meet you. I'm Hikari Sato," she offered, her tone bright but laced with playful scrutiny.

  Sutaro met her gaze, his faint smile unfaltering. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Sutaro Katsuki."

  Hikari raised a perfectly sculpted brow, her smirk widening. "Well, well, Sutaro Katsuki, huh? Fancy name for a transfer student. So, you're the new kid?"

  "That's right," Sutaro replied smoothly. His calm, measured tone only intrigued her more.

  Hikari tapped her chin dramatically, her brown eyes glinting with mischief. "Transferred, huh? Didn't want to stick around at your old school? Decided to grace us with your presence instead? How generous of you~"

  Sutaro chuckled, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he adjusted his glasses again. "Sometimes you need a bit of spice in life. Makes things more interesting." His tone was nonchalant, but his gaze flickered, studying her as much as she studied him. "But hey, what's up with this school? Any… interesting things happen here?"

  Hikari let out a short, melodic laugh, her voice carrying a teasing edge. "Tests, clubs, pranks, fights. Y'know, the usual high school chaos." She stretched lazily, arms folding behind her head as she leaned back in her chair, her smirk practically daring Sutaro to surprise her. "What's the matter, newbie? You hoping for something special?"

  Sutaro's lips curved into a sly smile, the kind that didn't give away much but hinted at everything. His voice was light, yet deliberate. "You could say that."

  Her smirk widened, and she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her palm. There was a playful glint in her brown eyes as she tilted her head, her wavy hair falling over one shoulder. "Oh, really? And what's this special something you're looking for? C'mon, don't leave me hanging~"

  Sutaro's gaze met hers, steady and deliberate, with a flicker of something just beneath the surface. Something unspoken, but undeniably there. "If I told you," he began, his voice dropping an octave, "you wouldn't believe me."

  Hikari chuckled softly, her tone laced with challenge. "Oh, try me. I've heard my share of crazy stories. Not much surprises me these days."

  Sutaro's smile deepened, but his expression shifted, his dark eyes gleaming with the faintest hint of something dangerous, something otherworldly. "Do you believe in the supernatural?"

  Hikari blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then, recovering quickly, she leaned back again, crossing her legs and giving him a long, appraising look. "Hah, so you're one of those guys, huh?" she quipped, her tone cool but her curiosity unmistakable.

  Before Sutaro could respond, the shrill ring of the bell shattered their moment, and the room erupted into motion. Hikari stood smoothly, slinging her bag over her shoulder in one fluid motion, her sandals clacking against the tiled floor as she headed toward the hallway. Sutaro followed, his movements quieter, more measured.

  The halls were alive with energy. Students rushing to their next classes, voices overlapping in an unending symphony of chatter and chaos. Hikari weaved through the crowd effortlessly, her brisk stride confident, her presence commanding attention without trying. Sutaro trailed behind her, his gaze flicking over the throngs of students with a calm intensity, as if studying the world through a lens only he could see.

  "So," Hikari began, throwing a glance over her shoulder, her voice carrying above the din of the hallway. "What's the deal with you, Sutaro? You're not exactly giving me 'typical new kid' vibes."

  Sutaro quirked an eyebrow, his faint smirk returning. "And what vibes am I giving off, exactly?"

  Hikari stopped suddenly, spinning around to face him, her bag slung lazily over one shoulder. She crossed her arms, a playful yet scrutinizing gleam in her eyes. "I dunno yet," she admitted, tilting her head slightly, her tone lighter but still laced with genuine curiosity. "But you're definitely hiding something. What's your angle, Katsuki?"

  Sutaro's tone was cool, his words deliberate. "I'm just here to… observe."

  Hikari threw him a sideways glance, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Observe? What are you, some kind of secret agent or something?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was no mistaking the glimmer of curiosity in her expression.

  Sutaro's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic grin. "Something like that," he said vaguely, tilting his head toward the bustling lunchroom ahead. "But for now, I think food should be our priority."

  Hikari scoffed, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. "You're really something, you know that? All cryptic and serious. Let's see if you can keep that act up when you meet some of my weird friends."

  The din of the lunchroom hit them like a wave as they stepped inside. An ocean of chatter, laughter, and the clatter of trays. Hikari made a beeline for the food line, her confidence apparent in the way she navigated the chaos. Her sandals slapped lightly against the tiled floor, her loose bow swaying with each step.

  Sutaro lingered behind, leaning casually against a nearby pillar, his posture relaxed yet deliberate. His sharp eyes scanned the room as though he was sizing up everyone and everything, taking in every detail.

  Hikari grabbed a tray and glanced back at him, her voice carrying over the noise. "So, newbie," she called out, her tone teasing, "what's with the jittery act? You look like you're expecting a ghost to jump out at any second."

  Sutaro's grin widened slightly, his demeanor calm but with an unmistakable edge. "What if I told you I'm in a gang?" he said, his voice light yet layered with mock seriousness.

  Hikari froze mid-motion, her hand hovering over a tray of sushi rolls. Slowly, she turned to face him, her expression a perfect blend of disbelief and amusement. "What the fuck? Who even says that?" she deadpanned.

  Setting the tray down, she planted a hand on her hip, her head tilting in mock thought. "Even if you were, you're in a school. Nobody's gonna start gang wars in the cafeteria. What do you think this is, some American action flick?"

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  Sutaro chuckled, a deep, amused sound that made the corner of his mouth quirk. "Wow, shitting on the U.S. like that, huh? Gotta admit, you've got some balls."

  Hikari shot Sutaro a sly grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yup, that's right. I've got big, huge balls~" she declared, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

  Sutaro blinked, looking momentarily flustered, but his grin only grew wider. "Well, I'll be damned… You really don't pull punches, huh?"

  Hikari leaned back in her seat, a smug look plastered across her face. "You better get used to it, newbie. Around here, you've gotta keep up."

  As they settled at the cafeteria table, the noise of the lunchroom felt like a swarm of bees buzzing in Hikari's ears. She rolled her eyes dramatically, muttering under her breath, "I swear, these damn sheep talk about the same crap every single day. It's like a broken record with less personality."

  She turned back to Sutaro with a raised eyebrow. "So, newbie… where'd you transfer from, anyway? Let me guess… somewhere exciting like… Mars?"

  Sutaro yawned, clearly unbothered, and shrugged. "The U.S. Had some… issues, so I packed up and moved here."

  Hikari narrowed her eyes with a playful smirk. "Issues, huh? That sounds like you got banned from the whole damn country."

  Sutaro threw his hands up in mock horror, his face shifting into an exaggerated, angelic expression. "Me? Banned? Noooooo~~! I'm practically a saint. I didn't do anything wrong, I swear~"

  Hikari snorted, her smirk growing even wider. "Please. I can see right through your bullshit. You lie smoother than a greased eel."

  Sutaro leaned in, his gaze locking with hers, a knowing smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "And I'm sure you're no better," he teased, his eyes narrowing in on her with unsettling precision. "Those gyaru eyes of yours? They've got 'liar' written all over them~"

  Hikari laughed, her shoulders shaking with the sound of it, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else. Something sharper, darker. "Damn, you got me there, bud" she said, brushing it off with her usual nonchalance, but a small, almost imperceptible twinge of caution tightened her chest.

  Before she could respond, two familiar figures approached their table.

  Penny Jado strutted over with her signature confidence, her petite frame somehow commanding the entire cafeteria's attention. Her mass of tightly coiled black curls bounced with each step, pulled back into a high, fluffy ponytail that swayed like a crown. The fluorescent lights caught the holographic surface of her fanny pack, sending prismatic flashes across the nearby tables. She'd customized her uniform jacket with an array of enamel pins and chain brooches, and an oversized patch on the back declared her allegiance to some obscure Atlanta streetwear brand. Her school skirt had been tailored with a contrasting belt, and visible bike shorts peeked out underneath—a signature Jado move that somehow looked effortlessly cool rather than rebellious. Chunky sneakers, layered necklaces, and hoop earrings completed the look, and her nails—neon green with hand-painted lightning bolts—drummed against her tray as she slid into the seat across from Hikari.

  Her hazel eyes, golden brown at the center and ringed with dark amber, sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward. "Yo, Hikari!" she called out, her voice carrying that distinct American accent she never bothered to hide. "Who's the new guy? You holding out on us?"

  Behind her, Ito Rina followed with a completely different energy. Where Penny commanded attention, Rina seemed to barrel through it—her long brown ponytail slightly disheveled and askew from morning soccer practice, a few loose strands sticking to her forehead. Her uniform shirt was half-untucked on one side, her socks uneven, and there were fresh band-aids on her knuckles and one on her chin. Her hazel eyes were warm but sharp, taking in Sutaro with the kind of direct, no-nonsense assessment that made most people squirm. She dropped into the seat next to Penny with zero grace, her sports watch clacking against the table.

  "You didn't mention you were making friends with transfer students," Rina said bluntly, crossing her arms. Her gaze flicked between Hikari and Sutaro like she was sizing up an opponent before a match.

  Hikari gestured lazily toward Sutaro. "This is Sutaro Katsuki. He's new. And apparently, he's got some kind of mysterious past he won't shut up about."

  Sutaro gave a small wave, his smirk still in place. "Nice to meet you both."

  Penny leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her nails catching the light. "Mysterious, huh? I like that. You gonna fit in with our chaos, or are you one of those boring types?"

  "Guess you'll have to wait and see," Sutaro replied smoothly.

  Rina rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a competitive grin. "Great, another one with an attitude. Just what we needed." She leaned back in her chair, one arm draped over the backrest like she owned the place. "But seriously, if you're gonna hang with us, you better be able to keep up. We don't do slow."

  Katsuki smirked, “Oh trust me, I love speed~”

  The conversation flowed naturally for a few moments, the usual banter and teasing, until Penny suddenly leaned back in her chair with a thoughtful expression, her fingers tapping a rhythm against her holographic fanny pack. "Oh, speaking of mysterious shit… you guys hear about that church?"

  Hikari raised an eyebrow. "What church?"

  "The Church of Sanctum Maledictum," Penny said, her tone shifting to something more serious, her usual playfulness dimming. "It's been all over the news lately. Well, not the news news, but like… people are talking about it online."

  Rina's competitive energy shifted instantly to focused interest, her posture straightening like she'd just heard the starting gun. "Yeah, I saw something about it too. It's supposed to be this massive mega church, right? Like, insanely exclusive." She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Which is weird, because what's the point of a church if regular people can't even get in?"

  Penny nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing. "Exclusive doesn't even cover it. This place is valued at like… . Four. Hundred. Trillion. Yen." She emphasized each word, her eyes wide, her hands gesturing dramatically. "And get this, you basically need a membership just to get in. It's not like you can just walk up and attend a service."

  Hikari frowned, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "A membership? For a church? That's weird as hell."

  "Right?" Penny said, leaning forward again, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "It's not like a normal religious thing. From what I've read, they're super secretive about what goes on inside. Some people say it's more like a private club for rich people than an actual place of worship."

  Rina's expression hardened, her jaw setting in that stubborn way that meant she'd already decided something was wrong. She crossed her arms tighter, her band-aided knuckles flexing. "That doesn't sound right. I mean, aren't churches supposed to be open to everyone? What's the point of making it so exclusive?" Her voice carried an edge of genuine frustration, like she'd just witnessed an unfair play on the field. "Sounds like a total scam to me."

  Penny shrugged, her nails clicking against the table. "Beats me. But apparently, they've got branches all over Japan. Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka… even up in Hokkaido. And each one is just as locked down as the main cathedral in Shinjuku."

  Hikari's mind was already turning, processing the information. The name alone, Sanctum Maledictum, had an ominous ring to it. And the idea of a church that operated more like a fortress than a place of worship set off alarm bells in her head.

  "So what do they actually do there?" Hikari asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

  Penny shrugged again, her expression thoughtful. "No one really knows. That's the thing. It's all rumors and speculation. Some people say they're involved in charity work, others say they're doing some kind of research. But no one can confirm anything because they don't let outsiders in."

  Rina leaned back in her chair, but her body language was still tense, coiled like a spring. Her hazel eyes flashed with skepticism. "Sounds shady to me. I mean, if they're really doing good work, why all the secrecy?" She shook her head, her ponytail swishing. "Nah, something's definitely off. You don't hide unless you've got something to hide, you know?"

  "Exactly," Penny agreed, pointing at Rina with one neon-green nail. "And the weirdest part? Apparently, the whole thing is run by this ancient family. The Diro Clan or something. They've been in control of the church for like… centuries."

  Hikari's eyes narrowed slightly. An ancient family running a secretive, exclusive mega church? That sounded less like a religious organization and more like a mega corporation.

  Sutaro, who had been quietly listening the entire time, finally spoke up. "The Church of Sanctum Maledictum, huh?" His tone was casual, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or interest.

  Penny turned to him, her hazel eyes sharp. "You know about it?"

  Sutaro adjusted his glasses, his smirk returning. "I've heard the name before. Let's just say they're… influential."

  Hikari shot him a sharp look. "Influential how?"

  Sutaro met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "Let's just say they're not the kind of organization you want to mess with unless you know what you're doing."

  The table fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Penny and Rina exchanged glances, clearly unsettled by the sudden shift in tone.

  Rina's jaw tightened, and she leaned forward aggressively, her competitive instincts flaring. "Wait, hold up. You're saying they're dangerous? Like, actually dangerous?" Her voice carried that stubborn edge, the one that said she wasn't going to back down from a challenge. "Because if they're hurting people or doing shady stuff, someone should do something about it."

  Hikari, however, felt a familiar chill run down her spine. The same chill she'd felt earlier that morning, the same sense of something watching, waiting.

  "Well, that's not ominous at all," Penny said, breaking the silence with a nervous laugh, though her usual confidence had dimmed slightly.

  Rina nodded, but her expression was still skeptical and defiant. "Yeah, I think I'll stick to regular churches, thanks." She paused, then added with a stubborn grin, "But if they're really up to something bad, I'm not gonna just ignore it. That's not how I roll."

  Hikari forced a smile, but her mind was elsewhere. The Church of Sanctum Maledictum. Another piece of the puzzle she didn't even know she was trying to solve.

  Sutaro pushed his chair back and stood, still wearing that sly grin. "I gotta go. There's something," he paused, letting the words linger in the air, then leaned in just a fraction closer, "or should I say, someone, I'm looking for\~"

  Hikari's eyebrow arched, her curiosity now piqued in spite of herself. She leaned back in her seat, trying to act casual, but the quiet weight of his words lingered in the space between them. "Looking for someone, huh? What, you mean the school's resident ghost?" Her voice was teasing, but a sliver of unease gnawed at her stomach.

  Sutaro chuckled, an eerie calmness settling over him. His wink felt far too knowing, too sure of itself. "You know it\~ I'll see you after school." There was a flicker of something dark in his eyes as he turned away, the kind of shadow that didn't quite belong in the ordinary world.

  Hikari rolled her eyes, pushing the unease down with a sarcastic smirk, but her voice was a little less steady than before. "Yeah, sure, newbie. Just don't get lost chasing after your supernatural nonsense. See ya." As he walked away, her mind lingered on his words, and on the sudden coldness in the air. Something about him didn't sit right, and for the first time in a long while, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was already tangled in something far bigger than she had ever expected.

  Penny watched him go, then turned back to Hikari with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, so he's definitely weird."

  Rina nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But like… interesting weird, or dangerous weird?"

  Hikari didn't answer right away. She just stared at the spot where Sutaro had been standing, her mind racing.

  "Both," she finally said, her voice quiet. "Definitely both."

  After school, Hikari stood by the front gate, her foot tapping in rhythm to the impatience gnawing at her. She glanced at her phone again, a sigh escaping her lips as she scanned the empty street. “Where the hell are Penny and Rina”

  Then, as if summoned by her growing frustration, a strange, guttural noise sliced through the afternoon calm. Low, rumbling, like something dragging across the ground. Her eyes snapped to the nearby alley, heart stuttering.

  "What the…?" she muttered under her breath, curiosity outweighing the gnawing sense that something wasn't right. She started toward the alley, each step feeling heavier, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

  The moment her foot crossed into the shadows, the world seemed to lurch. The bright afternoon sky dimmed, swallowed by a suffocating blackness. The full moon hung overhead like an omen, its light too sharp, too cold. The streets around her fell silent. Unnaturally so. The shadows of the alley began to twist, undulating like living things, crawling up the walls.

  A shiver wracked her body, but before she could react, a voice, deep, bone-chilling, saturated with malice, cut through the silence, reverberating in her skull.

  "Well, well… Is that what I think it is? A female human? Oooh, I haven't seen one of those in a while…"

  Hikari froze, the blood in her veins turning to ice.

  Her eyes darted to the source of the voice, heart pounding in her throat. A towering form emerged from the dark, a grotesque silhouette, its massive body blotting out the dim light. The creature moved like a shadow given flesh, its features a grotesque parody of any being she had ever seen. Its eyes, huge and luminous, locked onto hers, predatory, gleaming with an intelligence that spoke of untold horrors. The air thickened, oppressive and cold, as if the very atmosphere recoiled from its presence.

  "So, little human, what is your name?" The demon's voice was a growl, rich with a sickening amusement that sent a wave of nausea through her gut.

  Hikari opened her mouth, but her voice caught in her throat. She swallowed, forcing the words out. "H-Hikari… Hikari Sato…"

  The demon's grin stretched impossibly wide, revealing rows of jagged, needle-like teeth. "Hikari Sato… such a lovely name for such a fragile little human…"

  Her legs buckled, but she caught herself, stumbling backward, her breath coming in shallow gasps. This wasn't real. She must've lost it, she must be dreaming. Demons didn't exist. This wasn't happening.

  But the demon's laughter rang in her ears like a death knell. "Oh, poor little Hikari. You never believed in creatures like me, did you? And yet, here I am. Flesh, bone, and hunger\~"

  She shook her head, trying to force her mind to make sense of the absurdity, but the panic clawing at her chest wouldn't let go. "No… no, this isn't real. This isn't happening…"

  The demon tilted its head, its eyes narrowing in wicked delight. "Oh, but I am very real, little human. And you're all alone… with me. Aren't you scared? I can practically taste your fear."

  The words echoed in the alley, the demon circling her, its massive form blocking any possible escape. Hikari's breaths came in frantic gasps as she scanned the darkened alley for any sign of a way out. She felt it then, the weight of inevitability pressing down on her like a vice.

  "Please… just leave me alone…" Her voice cracked, a whisper lost in the darkness. "I haven't done anything to you…"

  The demon stopped in front of her, its twisted grin wide and triumphant. Its eyes locked onto hers, gleaming with an unnatural hunger that made her stomach churn. "Ah, but you have, little human. You wandered into my domain, and now… you're mine…"

  Hikari's chest tightened, the walls of the alley seeming to close in around her. She could hear the demon's breathing, slow and steady, like it was savoring her fear. The echoing laughter filled the space, vibrating in her skull. It was so close, she could almost feel its breath on her skin, cold and foul.

  Her mind screamed for an escape, but the weight of the situation was too much. She couldn't run. She couldn't breathe. She was trapped.

  The last thing she saw before the world went black was the demon's glowing eyes, and then—

  Silence.

  To be continued…