A council of three sat in a magnificent but dim office. Screens lined the walls, and a massive mahogany table sat in the center. Rolling chairs lined the table. Two men and one woman sat at the table; all of which had a different shade of blonde hair. The man sitting at the back of the room stood and spoke up. His hair was closer to a strawberry blonde rather than a brilliant gold.

"Strife's location?" He queried, his head sweeping across the room. The reactions to the question varied between the other two. The woman shuddered, the other man laughed giddily, and the one who stood let the room fall into silence once more. After a few moments, the silence was punctuated by a single chuckle. The second man propped his feet onto the table. His hair was an aggressive shade of vibrant yellow, and parted in the middle.

"He might've lost his little gamble on the catalyst, I think." The neon-haired stranger said. He raised his head to gaze at one of the screens on the wall. The light from which revealed a pair of vivid viridian eyes that shone with a sense of lunacy. He wore a baggy long-sleeve shirt and sweatpants barely seemed to fit him.

"Explain." the strawberry blonde said in a plain, unassuming tone.

"Last time I chatted with him he said he was gonna 'do this job the right way'." The other responded, looking over at another display.

"Highly unlikely. Satou couldn't kill anyone given the information we have. However, it's quite clear Strife didn't succeed." Supposed leader said, sitting down once more and clasping his hands on the desk.

"What a great puzzle!" The nonchalant stranger giddily said, twiddling his thumbs as he looked up to the ceiling. The screens flickered, and nothing could be heard but the whine of the monitors.

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