Corwin walked into a huge room filled by lofty chairs and large tables scattered around a wide metal tablet at the center. Signs with glowing red letters that would've normally directed patients around the wards are now decommissioned and left for disrepair. 

This former hospital's exquisite meeting room now acts as the main "Transference Platform", or TP for short, for the agents who wish to converge forward into the continent. It may seem empty now, but today is actually an extremely rare event. One of the longstanding Detached Souls has finally ascended into "Reaper" status, and as such, the Redemption is holding a special celebration for the individual. Most of the agents chose to take the free day off, but for Corwin and his crew, it wasn't that simple. They were told to gather as many potential candidates for the upcoming event as they could

Corwin just sighed at the fact he'd be missing some time to go and meet some new girls to enjoy the holiday with. Instead, he was stuck in this abandoned hospital waiting for a cranky captain to return from their half of the trek. 

His lazily eyes scanned the empty entrances that lead to even emptier hallways. A catastrophe had forced the mortals to leave this place behind, but even the details were classified from him. Whatever, it didn't really matter to him.

Though, some say that the poor souls caught in the event still walk the halls, but neither Corwin or any of his team has sensed anything unusual about this place even after so long. He was glad that it was peaceful at least.

The radiant light sockets in the ceiling weren't distracting enough to keep him from resting, but actually made it hard to even feel tired. Despite that, he walked up to one of the seats and exhaled a soft yawn before plopping down onto the furry cushion. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, causing the man's eyes to perk up. It was nearly a lost luxury with what's happened lately; the feeling of ease.

But just when he was beginning to get comfortable, a loud ripping filled the air, jolting him from his position. It was the unmistakable sound of a rift being opened. From the trajectory, it would've opened in the Southern hallway.

A thought shook in his mind, [I]Oh shit...[/I] 

Jumping up, Corwin's eyes looked about in panic. He was moving here and there trying to think of something to do, finally deciding to pick up a random book from the tables around. It was nothing new that his captain was the type to scold someone if they were just lounging around instead of "doing something productive", but the excruciatingly long-winded lectures as consequence was something he'd very much like to cut out. Directing his focus onto the book, he made sure to look like he was deep in thought while still kept tab out of the corner of his eye. As suspected, from his captain's tendencies, the first one through was an unfamiliar girl.

[I]Not half bad... she's pretty cute.[/I] he judged, taking a mental note to talk to her privately later.

He was expecting at least another to show, but the next was his symbolically robed captain, signalling that was the last to enter through. The purple rift sealed shut right after, and only the two were left near the entrance of the hallway. 

Immediately, the dark figure turned to the man and called out, "Faking work again Corwin? Tsk. How many times do we have to discuss the notion of taking breaks while on the job?"

Corwin then made the widest grin he could, "What do you mean, Mrs. Cap? I've always had an interest in..." pausing to quickly glance at the book cover, "How Morse code isn't any help to deaf Peo-"

Cutting him off with a stern raised hand, "Enough, we'll deal with this later." the figure said, moving forward, "Has Sir Mark returned from his expedition into the city?"

"Nope, he's been out for a while." Corwin said, tossing the book off to the side, seeing as he didn't need it anymore, "But knowing him, he'll be fine. I mean, what's the worst that can happen to him?" 

The dark figure shook it's head in disagreement at Corwin's careless comment, "I do hope so, the time of the Spirit Passage is near..." 

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A pair of claws rapidly dug unto Reynar's shoulders, piercing another wound into the man. The creature then emitted a long hiss, and a heavy tugging brought him to his knees. But instead of the harsh snickering voice following another taunt; a calm, smooth male's spoke up.

"Phew, looks like it's your lucky day! If I hadn't hadn't been tracking this Demon- " a sudden realization layered the voice, "Wait... I shouldn't have said that..."

The man muttered something else to himself before a sound of flesh tearing filled the alleyway. A light violet light flashed just for a second before the alleyway was again covered in the growing shadows of nightfall. From Reynar's peripheral vision, the creature can be seen fallen onto the cold cement. It's chest was torn open, and a black liquid seemed to writhe from the wound. A rapid chain reaction transpired, starting from the edges of the gaping cut, the flesh tearing and burning upon itself. In moments the beast seemed to just disappear in a wisp of darkness, as though it never existed. Though the smell of the damp charcoal remaining would point otherwise.

The woman was sitting in a stricken mess at the side of the wall, seeming to be lost to what was happening around her. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me... I have to send her off." The strange man muttered to Reynar, coming over and crouching beside her. 

He, or one would even call she, faced the woman with solemn eyes, which seemed to give off a dim violet haze. She didn't seem to notice the feminine-looking man, still shaking as she remained covering her face.

Raising a hand, he gently pressed two forefingers against her shoulder, "I have set before you, life and death; both blessings and curses. Let me send you off, so that the cycle may live on."

A look of peace seemed to cross her face right as her body began to break away, like a statue made of sand. Each tiny speck then blossomed into that of bright yellow energy. Soon she was gone, and in her place was a sphere of this beautiful yellow essence. Stepping back, the man watched as it was then blown up into the sky, as though pulled up by the wind.