Working With Phantoms

The Seventh Letter of Warning

Once Madran's group arrived back home, Madran ran to her room and grabbed some stationary and a pen. Then, once she got back, she slammed the pen and letter down in front of Philemon and sat down.

"Ok, let's get this over with! Who wants to dictate it this time?"

Sheila stood up and sat next to Madran.

"I'll do it. Step aside."

Madran repositioned himself and Sheila cleared her throat.

"Ok. Dear Ichiryusai Madarame..."

Philemon began to write and Sheila started talking.

"You have committed the deadly sin of Vanity by deliberately stealing the ideas of many pupils that trusted their lives to you, and using them to gain a false, hollow fame. Your money, your position, your connections, are all based on a false pretense that you would be able to get away with your jealous acts, with you suffering under a fake artist's block and tricking your pupils into giving away their ideas and throwing them away when they serve no purpose to your selfish wants anymore. Due to this, we shall mend your heart and make you anew, with all of this needless pain and suffering done to the troubled artists of Shibuya being undone. With great regards, The Bodacious Babes."

Sheila wiped her mouth and looked to Philemon.

"Well, how is it?"

"Here."

Sheila read over the letter and nodded.

"Great. Ok, everyone, let's head home for now. Tomorrow, please, be ready for the infiltration."

The group dispersed and Philemon awaited the evening to set out.

A few hours later... 

Philemon's POV

Philemon flew out with the letter close in hand and his butterfly form re-ignited. By then, the exhibit had closed for the day, and he had confirmed with Margaret and Elizabeth that Madarame had headed back to his shack to possibly check on Yusuke. After a lengthy flight, he arrived and entered in through a window on the second floor. There, he saw Yusuke sorting through paintings until he looked up and looked straight at Philemon.

"Wait... Philemon?"

"Hush, Yusuke. I have the letter. Where is Madarame?"

"The other room. Where is it?"

"You can't see it until I deposit it."

"Hmm, ok. Good luck."

"Don't worry, only those who have beheld my true form can see me in this one. Farewell."

Philemon flew out the opened door and arrived in the next one, where Madarame was numbering paintings.

"Hmm... this one..."

Madarame rearranged the paintings, with Philemon setting the letter down next to him. Then, he flew up to a shelf and waited.

"Hmm, yes, this works. Oh, what's this?"

Madarame picked the letter up and looked at it.

"Huh. To... Madarame."

Madarame opened it and began to read the letter.

"Dear... Ichiryusai Madarame..."

Madarame mumbled the letter to himself, with him appearing to be rather annoyed by the end of it.

"The Bodacious Babes? They're probably just some hotshot group trying to expose me. Hah!"

The room then darkened and Madarame became his shadow, which looked around the room.