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[B]School Side[/B]

"[color=c0c0c0]You're all safe. I'm glad.[/color]"

As if in response to the triumphant awakening of Tomoda Nakamichi, and the awakening  of his manically-grinning Persona, one that seemed so similar to the shade of the Shadow they had just defeated, a soft, yet distinct voice, fuzzy yet coherent, masculine yet feminine, rang through the air all around them. Each word buzzed with a restrained energy, bouncing across them all in tandem with the beating of the floor of blue butterflies.

There was an ethereal, echoing quality to it.

For a second, nothing followed those words. Then the slowly brightening world around them glowed, materialising into a gentle blue. There was a floor now, a solid expanse of white below them, and with their purpose complete, the butterflies that had supported them began to fade away, with only a few remaining solid to the sight.

They too, began to rise up, coalescing together to project a strange, ghostly half-mask.

"[color=c0c0c0]I apologise for the ordeal you have all just faced,[/color]" it spoke, revealing the source of that original voice. It was faint ... weaker, as if it were speaking through water to address the gathered teenagers. "[color=c0c0c0]I did not foresee it.[/color]"

Yet despite its apology, it did not seem troubled in tone.

"[color=c0c0c0]You ... all may have questions. I am Philemon, a dweller between consciousness ... and unconsciousness.[/color]"