[Kenta's sitting on the edge of his and L's bed looking sleepy and mussed, as if he's just woken up. He's staring down at the PCD in his hand with a grim expression and rubbing at his throat with the other. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out.]

[Text]I guess this is what the animus were talking about. I don't know if this is going to ( Read more... )