Perhaps a break is needed! But as secrets come out, as you learn more and more... You begin to wonder, do you truly deserve the second chance you have?
Next time, on Digimon Ghost Game, Spiritual Digilemma! Baking Paradis-
Angoramon yawned as he and Shiramon watched the stars together. Ever since November, the two had been slowly working on mending their relationship shattered by Haavik's sadistic brainwashing. While they were taking slow steps, he knew that they were still in for a long path, and he was willing to walk the entire way.
Shiramon felt the same way, and smiled at him while leaning onto her husband as they looked up-
"Sis, please... Stop this madness." Tianheng's voice made both of them pause and share a glance as they looked down from the roof to see the newest former Perfectio member talking to someone. They couldn't tell who it was due to the cloak, but... "This isn't what-"
"What they would have wanted? Maybe, but it doesn't change the fact that the pain we all endured isn't justifiable, Tianheng," A harsh and slightly feminine voice hissed. "Tell me, didn't people judge you at school once you were ousted by your own form teacher? Didn't all of us have to suffer because of society?"
"But what about the Detectives?! You're a member, aren't you?!"
"It won't matter. Once I get what I need... All of it will be worth it."
"Sis..."
"Don't breathe a word. Remember the pact we made," The person said before they held out a... red and yellow-rimmed Digilemma Digivice as a portal opened and they stepped through, leaving Tianheng to fall to his knees, shaking...
"What the...?" Angoramon's eyes widened. It couldn't be...
Shiramon gasped quietly.
Someone... Someone was a traitor....
Someone among them...
Was a member of Perfectio.
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Digimon Ghost Game: Spiritual Digi-lemma
Фанфик"Dad told me to try a diary. Very old-fashioned, I know. And I was VERY vocal about it, but he did offer that it could let others know about my project, and that... sorta sold me? I would just hand this over to Mei in my will. All embarrassing secre...
