"Honestly (Y/n), if I had known you would be this much trouble I would've reconsidered offering to help you. But then I remembered that I have to help my true love~" Joshua giggle as he winked at me. My face heated up as he said that and I groaned as my headache kicked in again. I clenched my eyes shut as it felt someone was pressing down on the sides of my head, compressing it to an extent. Joshua gingerly held a glass of water up to my lips and I parted my lips as I took a sip, almost coughing as I did so.

"Did... Did you ever... Did you ever find-" Joshua placed his fingers on my lips as he shushed me. My voice was raspy from my sore throat and laryngitis.

"Save your voice dear~ You keep talking like that and you're voice will give out." Joshua sighed as if he was in some kind of dream state. "But to answer your question, would I really be having to leave constantly if he was already caught?"

"The least you could do... is answer normally...," I said. My wing was still healing from the previous events that had occurred, wrapped tightly in bandages that Mr. Hanekoma had changed recently. However, despite being indoors, I ended up getting a really bad fever as well as congestion. Mr. Hanekoma had explained to me earlier that it was going around Shibuya and that at least one in ten people were sick, and although that seems like a stretch from the truth, it could still very well be true. I felt bad from everything that both him and Joshua had to go through just for me. Slightly guilty even too.

"Aw~ Don't act like that. I'm taking good care of you so I don't want any complaining." Joshua held up a tablet up to my mouth and I took it and swallowed it dry, despite the pain it caused my throat. Joshua sighed as if he was about to give me something to take with it, before he reached over to nightstand and grabbed a bowl of soup in one hand while he held a spoon in the other. He dipped the spoon in the bouillabaisse that Mr. Hanekoma had made. Honestly, it was embarrassing for Joshua to be feeding me like this and my face heated up more than the fever made it do so. I felt like a child. As he held the spoon up, I leaned forward and took the steaming soup. It was hot, but bearable.

"... Thank you... Joshua... But I don't want you getting sick," I said. Joshua smirked at me and gently brushed my hair out of my face.

"It'll take a lot to get me sick dear," Joshua said, brushing off the though that he would be feeling unwell anytime soon. "But I love how much you care for me. Honestly, it's too much for my poor heart to handle." Joshua placed a hand over where his heart would be to emphasize his previous statement and I rolled my eyes before I weakly brought my arm up to my mouth to let out a number of violent coughs. Joshua then placed his hand on my forehead which was freezing compared to how my felt like it was on fire. "Hm, still burning up."

"Tell me something I don't know," I muttered. Raindrops could be heard form outside and even the crackling of thunder in the distance. The thunder and he rain gave off an ominous feeling as the light that once shined in from my window was not dark and gloomy. Suddenly, a feeling of dread consumed my body and it felt like Shibuya itself was falling apart and consuming itself at the core. Images of the city crashing down ran through my mind as I clutched my head in pain and groaned. My headache wasn't making any of this easier, and instead only made my state worse. Joshua sprang up to his feet, having felt something as well. The atmosphere became thick and heavy as if the life and happiness was being sucked out of the city.

"I'll be right back." Joshua disappeared into the planes, moving across them and it was just me again, alone like before. What was that? Something's here...

The only time that happened was when Joshua felt misanthropy and was going to destroy the city, even if it was mostly because of him that the city was in that depressed state of mind in the first place. The Composer's soul, is like the soul of the city. That being said, Joshua's soul, was Shibuya, and what he felt, Shibuya reflected on. When he was against the humans and thought about them having close to no imagination, then Shibuya made that happen and gradually, people in the city felt... depressed in a sense.

I sat up and leaned on the headboard of my bed. My door opened rather quickly and Mr. Hanekoma walked in and smiled as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Josh left didn't he?"

I nodded, causing another wave of nausea to erupt in my skull. "You felt it too... Didn't you? Something's here..."

"I did. I don't know what it is though," Mr. Hanekoma said, running a hand through his hair. "You know the Reaper that Josh had knocked unconscious? Well, apparently he woke up right when this storm started, mumbling some crazy stuff about something that had finally started, and how we were all going to pay." A chill ran down my spine, cool at the touch and I looked at Mr. Hanekoma.

"So do you think we can get any information from him about what exactly is going to happen?" The older male shrugged his shoulders.

"Honestly, I don't know. That Reaper definitely has some loose screws in his head. Been mumbling nonstop so no one can talk to him. But I've been wanting to ask you something. When you fought the Taboo Noise with Shiki, I know that your power should've been enough to wipe them all out. Is there something we don't know about it?"

My eyebrows furrowed as I crossed my arms which took a lot more strength than needed. "I don't know... But, now that I think about it, I really don't have it all. Nikolai had placed this collar on me, which blocked my imagination flow and my powers to an extent. When that was broken by Joshua, I had assumed that I received them all, but I guess I didn't. There's something restricting my imagination flow (which is my power essentially). And before you ask, I have no idea what it is," I said, coughing again. Mr. Hanekoma had placed a hand on my back and knelt by me. He made a good point. I should've been able to take out the Taboo Noise like nothing, but something's missing. Something is keeping me from doing so. Nikolai's dead from my knowledge and there wasn't anything else I had encountered that could do so.

"The only other thing I've witnessed where this happened, is an imagination-reversal sigil, which constricts someone's imagination, making them weaker the longer it stays on. It's a really small mark (like a tattoo) that looks like a Noise symbol mixed with the player pin symbol. But you would have to have that mark somewhere on your body for that to be possible."

"It's worth checking for... Where does it usually occur?" Mr. Hanekoma rubbed the back of his neck and looked away.

"Usually on your back. That's where is appeared on others who've fallen a victim to it. One of the symptoms does happen to be a fever like you have though. At first I thought it was the sickness going around, but now I think there might actually be a reason for it. You feel weak right now, right?" I nodded and sniffled.

"Then could you check my back, please? I know it's awkward.... but I don't really have any... options here," I said, looking off to the side.

"If you're sure you're OK with it. I thought I would've seen this when I was wrapping your wing, but it doesn't hurt to double check." Mr. Hanekoma helped adjust my body so that I was now facing the headboard of my bed as I was now sitting up on my knees. "Wings or no wings?" I asked.

"Probably no wings so I can actually look on your back." I nodded and changed the frequency I was at and felt my wings disappear. I could tell Mr. Hanekoma was hesitant, but he lifted up the back of my shirt and began to check for the mark. He gasped and I began to worry.

"What? Did you find it?" I turned my head to try and look at my back, and my neck was stiff, not wanting to move.

"There is one. It's constricting your imagination more and more as each second passes until you won't have any flowing. This difference being that this one, seems to be made specifically for Angels," Mr. Hanekoma said. My mouth opened, but no words came out as my shoulders drooped.

"W-What...? But, who...? Who could've-" I cut my sentence short and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Grunting slightly, I turned my body towards Mr. Hanekoma and looked down. Mr. Hanekoma had then wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me into his chest. My eyes wavered as I processed the information I was given.

There was a sigil on my back which caused my imagination (which was what harbored my power) to weaken before I have none left, and it was made specifically for Angels.

I gripped the sheets of my bed as I looked up at Mr. Hanekoma, ignoring the pain in my neck.

"Why?"

"I don't know (Y/n). I honestly don't. I wish I could say that I did, but I have no idea what to do. The only thing I could think of is to try and remove the sigil," Mr. Hanekoma said.

"Well, isn't this touching. What's with the depressed mood in here?" Joshua's voice carried through the air and I didn't look up at him.

"Imagination-reversal sigil," Mr. Hanekoma answered. I didn't have to look to know that Joshua's eyes had widened.

"Reversal sigil? On her? But what's it doing there? Can't you get rid of it?"

"When I know how, then yes, I'll be able to. At the current moment, I don't know how. I'll figure it out though." Mr. Hanekoma let go of me and stood up, mumbling something to Joshua as he exited the room.

"What did you need to go for?" I asked in a voice just barely above a whisper.

"I went to check on the Reaper we managed to catch. Unfortunately, he committed suicide before any questions could be asked. A shame really. We could've gotten something if we were quick enough," Joshua said, shrugging as if it were no big deal though

"We?"

"We, meaning me and some others. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. You've got enough matters on your plate right now," Joshua said. Something about his behavior is off though. There was something else he wasn't telling me and I didn't know if I truly wanted the info or not.

"I guess, but this sigil, where have you heard of it before?"