[ Episode 2 | From Good To Worse Part 1 ]

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"Good morning, Japan. This is Radio Tokyo with an urgent update. We're receiving reports of unusual seismic activity and increasingly erratic weather patterns across various regions of the country. Authorities are closely monitoring the situation and have issued advisories to stay on high alert. Please remain vigilant, follow any safety instructions from local officials, and stay tuned to Radio Tokyo for more updates. Your safety is our priority."

The soft crackle of the radio blends with the quiet ambiance of a small manga store, where the shutters are drawn, signaling it's closed. The man at the counter, engrossed in a manga titled "Dance in the Vampire Bund", sips his soda lazily. Two customers linger by the shelves, flipping through pages of various titles, absorbed in their own worlds.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a young man steps inside, followed by a little girl. Their presence immediately draws the attention of the man at the counter.

(Man at the counter) "We're closed." 

He says, not looking up from his manga. The young man remains by the entrance, silent and still, while the little girl begins to browse the shelves before she leaves a yellow bag on the floor where the young man is eyeing it. She picks up a comic book and approaches the counter, placing it down with a gentle thud. The title reads Scud the Disposable Assassin.

(Little Girl) "This one's a classic from the '90s. How much is it?" 

She asks sweetly. The man at the counter finally looks up, irritation flickering across his face. 

(Man at the counter) "Sorry, kid, but we're closed. You and your friend need to-"

A sudden, sharp sound cuts through the air. The man at the counter stiffens, then collapses behind the counter, data looking blood pooling beneath him. The young man, having an Ethereal, energy-like saber on his hand, lowers his blade. The two other customers freeze, their eyes wide with shock.

The little girl stares down at the man behind the counter, then reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small badge. She places it on the counter, and the remaining two customers exchange nervous glances.

(Little Girl) "Take off your disguises." 

She says, her voice cold and commanding with a smirk. The two figures hesitate before their forms shimmer, revealing their true selves... Digimon. A Goblimon, a DemiDevimon, and a Gazimon. Goblimon lies dead on the floor, his data blood mingling with spilled soda. DemiDevimon flutters nervously, while Gazimon stands frozen, a fresh black eye marring his face.

The young man's energy-like saber swings toward DemiDevimon. The little Digimon trembles, his wings fluttering erratically.

(DemiDevimon) "Can I go? Please?... Can I go please?" 

DemiDevimon pleads, desperation lacing his voice. The young man puts away his energy-like saber then he reaches out a mask plugged into a sleeping gas from the yellow bag that the little girl left on the floor.

(Young man) "Leaving isn't an option for you." 

The young man replies flatly, putting a mask plugged into a sleeping gas into his face. As the DemiDevimon inhale's the gas his eyes felt droopy then he drops to the ground, his wings twitching once before going still. The little girl turns her attention to Gazimon.

(Little Girl) "Where is Tomi Kuromiya?"

Gazimon blinks, his good eye darting around. 

(Gazimon) "Who? I-I don't know anyone by that name."

The little girl steps forward, pressing the pistol against Gazimon's forehead as the young man steps forward. 

(Young man) "If you don't know who that is... why do you have a black eye?"

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