Imeeji Idol Productions

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[ At once, whether you were going out somewhere or you were starting to head home—everything stops. You can tell, for the birds in the sky have stopped mid-flight, the trees have stopped rustling, and even the breeze has stopped.

Time itself seems to have stopped, save for you—and one other person. ]

[ Returning from the program he's been away on finds Sol in the library— the stacks more empty than usual at the early hour. It's near silent in the library except for the sound of a very distinct someone flipping pages at the end of the row of bookshelves he's cornered in.

Though of course, he notices Sol. Putting the book he was idly thumbing through back on the shelf, he says: ]

I have an offer for you.

[ In the dark, pre-dawn hours at the beach there's a fairly distinctive someone else standing at the shore. Asmodeus, in the water up to his ankles despite the fact this is obviously going to ruin his shoes. He begins, without preamble. ]

I have an offer for you.

[ Yasuragi returns to Tokyo in Spring. The winter snow has melted, and in the park the trees are blossoming, pale petals that whirl in the breeze. A branch trembles to bring a flurry across his vision, blocking his vision momentarily: instead he feels only the chill wind, and hears the crisp clear sound of a twig breaking underfoot. When the sakura are gone from his vision, he sees a tall man.

Asmodeus, in the shade of the trees, holds out a hand gloved in black leather to beckon for you to approach. ]