EPISODE NINE : JENEME EXTERMINATION ORGANISATION 

Yone opened his eyes slowly. The harsh white of the ceiling caught him first, familiar in its sterility. The sharp sting of antiseptic in the air confirmed the rest. A medic ward. Rows of iron-framed beds, curtains drawn back. His arms and legs bound in white wrappings, blanket tucked to his chest. 

He shifted slightly, wincing from the dull burn under the bandages. Then he glanced sideways. Bed tags scratched into his sight. Agent 67: Jenna Ornard. Captain Riyu Kagaro. Agent 52: Jaienta Shimin. 

All listed. All wounded. 

“Yone.” 

He turned. Momoko leaned against the doorframe, arms folded loosely. 

“It’s you,” Yone said, voice hoarse, soft. 

“It’s me,” she replied with half a smile. 

“Gaieren’s coming. She’ll want your reports.” 

He nodded once. “Thank you.” His head dropped back against the thin pillow. 

Momoko stepped further in, eyes lowering to the shape of him beneath the blanket. She shook her head lightly. “A broken left arm, crushed right, one leg damaged… Yone, do you have to return like this every time?” 

His eyes dimmed, voice flat. “I don’t even know what they wanted. They just attacked. Throwing stones into our school, killing in broad daylight. And they fought our stars like they already knew how.” 

Momoko’s voice softened, but firm in edge. “Yone… Jenemes are humans. When will you let yourself accept that? They’re humans first. Humans who can take a monstrous shape. The ones you saw were just... further along in that transition. Type A as you guys classified them.” 

His lips parted to protest, but the sound of the handle breaking silence cut through. 

The door creaked, then shut soft. Gaieren’s figure crossed the room, coat brushing silent against her knees. She lowered herself onto the stool in front of their row of beds. Her face carried no smile, only gravity. 

A tap of her glasses at the edge, habitual. Behind her, Momoko’s lingering eyes caught the motion. 

One bed stirred. Kagaro exhaled hard, coming awake slow, gaze shooting to the ceiling first before frustration slipped sharp across his lips. 

Shimin shifted next, groaning as she pushed herself upright. Jenna followed quietly, her eyes darting fast from one corner to the next until they landed on Gaieren. 

“You’re all awake now.” Gaieren’s voice steadied, even but touched with careful warmth. “This may feel insensitive but I was ordered to begin questioning immediately.” 

The four of them nodded, resigned. 

“Please,” she said, sitting straighter. “Tell me exactly what happened.” 

Kagaro drew breath first. His voice carried weight, steady though anger pulled beneath. “Three showed up on a roof across from our school building. A top a building that was still being constructed. They hurled stones the size of houses. The teacher…” His jaw tensed. “They killed her instantly.” His eyes pressed down. “Shimin and I hid behind shelves. We cloaked, masked. By then, Yone had engaged them. Satar helped him go unnoticed by wrapping him in a celestial magic. Me and Shimin slipped through the emergency secret door behind the lockers. Didn't know we'd have to use it for this..for such an attack. Thank god, Commander Awara had asked to make emergency secret doors with in the classrooms whenever we could.…”

Jenna glanced at Kagaro, her mind running back to how Sonomo had rescued her from the classroom as he continued.

“By the time we reached open air, the building was already shredded down to ruin. Well, the roof at least. Jenna appeared last. We fought together.” His voice lowered. “They handled us easily. Overpowered all our stars.” 

Gaieren nodded once. Her gaze calmed, never flinching. “Describe them. Anything you recall.” 

“They had gear,” Kagaro said sharper now, leaning forward. “Our gear. JEO-specific. They knew exactly what they were doing. They knew the cracks in our stars. Every strike they made, it was like they’d practiced on them for years.” 

“What else?” Gaieren pressed. 

He closed his eyes, hands fisting in the blanket. “They… they told us their names.” He stopped, the line of frustration pulling deep into his brow. “I can’t… remember them. Not clear. They gave names but…” His voice broke low, and his head dipped, buried into the weave of the bed sheets. 

Gaieren rose halfway from her seat, hands firm as they grasped Kagaro’s shoulders. She lifted him up toward her. “Captain. Kagaro. This matters. Their names are crucial. You have to try.” 

He shook her hand off, eyes shadowing. “I am trying, Professor.” His voice cracked between anger and defeat. He shoved himself upright, white patient shirt tugging loose against his frame. He crossed to the window with stiff steps, hands bracing against the railing. 

Beyond glass, horizon stretched. 

“I don’t remember names,” he admitted, voice low. “But I remember skill. They knew our devices better than we know them. Spirits, too—they bent them with gestures. Not like monsters. Not like the Jenemes you told us they were. Are you sure A-types are just intellect enchanted and nothing more?” 

Gaieren asked quietly, “What are you saying?” 

His back didn’t turn. His eyes locked out on gray sky. “I’m saying either someone in JEO is feeding them tech and intel… or someone in JEO is one of them. Jenemes walking among us. Jenemes who defy your study.” 

The words carried fast. Kagaro’s suspicion spread through halls quicker than dust. Agents crossed eyes at each other differently, silence replacing greetings. Every look questioned. Every comrade suddenly held weight of doubt. 

Gaieren tried to contain it—quiet halls, private notes, low interrogations—but whispers still carved their path until upper floors caught them. 

Awara heard. Kisuke heard. 

They didn’t laugh or dismiss. They knew the danger of suspicion. How it could do more damage from within than any Jeneme assault from outside. 

Both moved at once. Awara disbanded units, sent his people back into civilian quiet. Ordinary fronts. Ordinary days. Orders landed straight: seal your identities, your weapons. For star bearers: seal your star objects, know their location alone. Silence about them in all else. 

Kisuke mirrored. Activities froze. Information pulled inward to his guarded office, nobody trusted with the vault but himself. Shibuyu, Hecto, Dori—they stayed nearby, but even they were cut off from exact locations. 

By nightfall the command solidified.

7th August, 3020.

- Shinjuku School of Science and Technology: closed 10:35 AM. 

- Eastern HQ sealed: 9:45 PM until further orders. 

- Southern HQ: reconstruction 8:30 PM. 

- Western & Northern HQ: locked at 10:03 PM until further notice.