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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, NAGITO KOMAEDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 004.28.777.00 *** MrBrightside has joined 004.28.777.00 <MrBrightside> Hello there! This is Komaeda. <MrBrightside> I'm grateful that you want to talk to me.

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[luckless]

[Komaeda is privy to receiving all sorts of messages at wildly different hours. Not only is the pool of people he knows quite large, but as someone involved with several businesses, he's bound to get these out of the blue. But the last person he expects to receive a message from is Ryou, and more than that, a request to meet with him and Atem in Dyster.

A talk—just the thought of it quickens his heart to racing in his breast. He'd been somewhat avoiding Ryou since their last real talk, and what he'd seen during the Pale Fog. He doesn't know how to handle the guy, nor the knowledge that Ryou somehow bears no ill will towards him. All he knows is that, without his knowledge, without the ability to prepare his mind and his heart, the wheels of something he wasn't wholly on board with have been set into motion.

It's an anxious feeling, one that's strong and swift enough to churn nausea in his belly. Is he ready for something like this? What if the conversation takes a turn? He hasn't had his luck in nearly two years, and yet, the feeling that some catastrophe looms on the horizon has never felt so strong. That feeling isn't helped by the fact that the rain and wind has been moaning in some macabre death rattle for the last day or so.

Before he realizes it, too much time has lapsed since opening Ryou's message and finally deciding to respond to it. He knows he can't say no—he wouldn't want to do that to Atem, even if his first instinct is to run. So he plucks at his keys carefully, and the message he sends is incredibly brief.]

I'll be over soon.

[He sends the message off, and closes his laptop. If Ryou messages him back, he won't respond.]