Risika's cold blue eyes turned at the direction of two demons that remained. They were cloaked but sensing their auras, they were trying to escape and cause more trouble. As they tried to flee, an arrow pierced each one in their chest. Their bodies inside the cloaks ignited, filling said cloaks with ashes. Risika lowered her bow, releasing its summon back to the plane where it was kept. Okami came up behind her.

       "There's a lot more activity across the whole park," he stated. Of all of the hybrids, Okami had the most keen of sensing auras from great distances. Risika sensed it too as did Hero. 

       "With this much activity, we're gonna be here awhile," she replied, seriously. Hero smiled at his friends, optimistically.

       "But at least we're awake and together," he said, smiling. Risika smiled at him.

        "You're right, Hero. It's not all bad," she replied. Okami crossed his arms, but smiled as well. They had been asleep for so long but their bond remained as strong as ever. Whatever came their way, they knew they had each other.

       Pulse! A chill went down the spine of Okami's soul and he turned quickly behind him, ready to lash out with his aura. It was the same aura he'd felt earlier, that chilling, ghostly aura. But, just like before, there was no one there.

      "Okami? What is it?" Risika asked. Okami panted a moment looking at the distance.

       "I felt something...odd," he replied.

        From afar in Funhouse, there stood a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old in appearance standing on one of the park's poles. He smirked with sharp fangs as he looked out across the whole park, lit and full of screams. Auras danced in the sixth sense, sometimes violently, sometimes calmly, but all within his unique sight. And three unique auras were now the source of his amusement. Will they bring Funhouse to its knees? Will they be broken like toys in Funhouse's hands?

       "This is gonna be fun," he said to the air. His dark aura challenged them, teased them to continue, to see this park. It was only a matter of time before this wicked stranger could see the Angels of Death.

        But what will befall the Angels of Death when this stranger shows himself?