[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HPr3SwQdtk]Sato Hashimoto // Super Magical Runway, F2[/url][/h3]	The team's all-out attack was beyond successful, and Shizuka's shadow disappeared into a dark fog before reappearing as her clone again. The battle wasn't over, however. Everyone turned to Shizuka, who still had to take care of her yellow-eyed doppelganger. Sato worried for a moment as she waited for Shizu's response to what Rui had said, but that concern faded away quickly when she gave them a nod. All that was left was to watch as Shizu accepted her shadow, acknowledging what she'd been doing wrong, what she'd been trying to run away wrong. Listening to people accept their shadows like that always left a kind of ache in Sato's chest, but it always faded before long. Maybe it was an insulin spike from how sweet it was, or maybe it was a bitter feeling of remembering who he'd been. Sato didn't know how far he'd come since he had to face himself, but...

	Who knows what tomorrow holds. Sato gave a wry smile as he watched predictably Matt catch Shizu once she had obtained her Persona. With that done, the slender teen felt a weight lift from his chest, as they had finished what they had come to do and successfully saved Shizuka from, in a way, herself. Sato himself felt like passing out the same way Shizu had, but the thought of the others still fighting brought him back to his senses. The night wasn't done until both the rescue team and the victims were back in the real world, safe and sound.

	The team hurried back to their warehouse base with Shizu in tow, the navigators greeting them as they stepped through the mirror portal. It appeared that the other two squads had finished up their business safely at roughly the same time, and were just returning. All that was left was to deliver the collapsed victims to the hospital, a task Sato wanted to take but unfortunately couldn't do to being smaller than both of the guys. Matt had already left the scene with Shizu before Sato could even step out of the mirror world...

	In any case, Sato set his minimal equipment to the side just as an unfamiliar voice came from the hall. He turned to see who it was, but the man he saw was a complete stranger to the third-year. A brown coat and suit, combined with the tired stubble on his worn face, gave a good detective-y vibe. This guy was clearly associated with the police somehow just from how stereotypical he looked. A few of the others reasonably took defensive stances, and as if to put them at ease, he apologized and introduced himself in a roundabout manner.

	A co-worker of Kami's father was not who he expected (mostly because Sato didn't remember Kami's dad was a police officer or whatever), but he was in fact a detective, so Sato's intuition proved somewhat correct. He'd read enough mystery novels to know the look... More concerningly though, was the fact that the detective had just witnessed them going in and out of a magical mirror portal. The man seemed to understand they were helping though, fortunately, so Sato took a relaxed stance as he listened to the conversation, leaning against the edge of the table of their weapons.

	In the end however, all the man seemed to be there for was to warn them (as a concerned adult, apparently) of some of the real world dangers they were faced with, and that they could always ask for help from the police if needed. The second thing Sato doubted they'd ever necessarily call upon considering the abstract nature of the case, but the first point was... interesting. For some reason, Sato realized, he'd neglected to even think about the idea of being targeted by the cult again in one way or another. Sure, in the mirror world, he could take them down. They'd even proven it before. But, his persona ability was useless in the real world and he didn't carry any kind of self-defense measure around with him.

	Suffice to say, it was food for thought as Sato made his way back home in the darkness of the evening. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to invest in [i]something[/i] to keep himself safe with. Just in case.

[hr][h3]Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, Class 3-3[/h3][b]JUNE 29TH 2015, MONDAY
Afterschool[/b] 
	The bell resounded through-out Warakuma Highschool, and with that, the footsteps of hundreds of teens filled the rooms and halls. Sato had barely been listening to the last lecture of the day (it probably wasn't important), as he'd been so focused on remembering to go to the hospital ASAP that school seemed to move in one-quarter time. Honestly, Sato didn't even remember if it was practice or not. The night before had seemed to never end, and before he knew it, the morning sun was shining through his window... Had he even slept at all? Probably, as he managed to avoid every body that almost bumped into him in the hall as he made his way straight to the school entrance.

	The trip from the school to the hospital felt like a second compared to how long Sato waited in the lobby. For some reason, the courage to go up and ask for visitation to either of the victims he knew fled before he could use it. Eventually the front desk attendant finished what she was doing and looked up at Sato, raising one eyebrow. "Who are you wanting to visit?" She guessed, looking back down at her desk.

	Sato looked away from her as he walked up to the desk. "Uh... Moritomi Mako."

	A few minutes of questioning later and the attendant sent Sato off with a sticky-note with the location of Mako's room written on it. He lowered his brow as he walked through the halls, trying to figure out why he instinctively chose him out of the options. It was probably because he knew that Shizu could count on Matt coming to visit her as soon as possible, and Sato didn't even know Masahide. Not like it mattered, though, as Sato found himself looking at the correct room number on wall, the same as the one written on the note. Peering in through a slightly open door, Sato made sure that nobody was currently talking to Mako at the moment before he pushed the door open all the way and entered.

	"Umm... H-hey, Moritomi. It's me." Sato said, hands awkwardly pressed to his side. He cursed himself for not bringing... [i]something[/i]. A card, or flowers, or a teddy bear? They all seemed weird, like something he'd give to a girl. Not Mako. "I just came by to check on you. Y'know, because some people in my class heard about it, and they were worried."