It had been a long, strange few days. He could barely comprehend his--no, their circumstances. What could possibly make this any more surreal? The dead returning to life? The simulation explicitly violating the laws of physics? How about seemingly a simulation within a simulation?

Yet again, the scenario played out almost exactly the same way. Seteth may not be too distracted to notice Ren's approach this time, but he was still unarmed, and she was still inhumanly strong. This time, at least, he was able to get out a cry without a hand clamped over his mouth? To say nothing of getting a good look at his assailant, rather than getting slammed face-first into a cold stone wall. Just as before, he struggled--at least, until he heard his name. Was he supposed to know her? Why would anyone he was acquainted with try to drag him off the street like this?

Studying her more closely, she did look somewhat familiar..... Even so, it was ultimately the scent of her that actually rang a bell, the overall familiarity of being in this position. So she hadn't simply been a part of Tenebrae Town's simulation? She looked..... older than a few months' growth should have left her, somehow. "You're..... one of Lorde Dolor's pack. The recruiter."