[h3] Masahide Saji[/h3]

	Even as consciousness returned to him, Masahide was hard-pressed to find such an event a blessing. Instead, his thoughts kept hearkening back to the events of the throne room, and the words exchanged with his 'shadow'. Even now, his embarrassment was unbearable, a wound on his pride larger than any of his failures. Not only was his innermost thoughts exposed, but those very ideals put several others in danger. As his eyes began to open and take in the sights of the Velvet Room, the shock of the prior events dulling his reaction to a mere raise in his brow. A peculiar place, complete with a peculiar duo, and two others that seemed around his age dressed in attire matching the venue- including himself. It was only when the man named Igor began to speak, that Masa turned his attention from his surroundings to the nose that spoke to him... Or rather, that's how it would seem. Still, the boy stood in silence as the man spoke, taking his key in turn before idly running his gloved hand over the metal. All at once, the words of Igor began to drone on, a dark curtain begining to fall around Masahide's vision, and before he knew it- he was unconscious yet again.

	As his eyes opened to a more familiar venue, the blue suit that once adorned his person was replaced with a typical hospital gown, the subtle and rhythmic beeping of monitors relaying his vital signs through a rather simple display. Turning over, Masahide felt sore throughout his entire body... But oddly revitalized in a completely different fashion. He felt at peace, or at least alright with his current situation, though a bit of confusion couldn't be dodged. Instead, now he focused on learning the truth... There was more going on then what had been spoken about in whispers and rumors. As he attempted to raise himself from the bed, he felt his body resisting the movement, resulting in only him sitting in his bed. Looking about, he made note of the door and the table at his side, the brightness of the sun outside the window and the familiar chill that hospital rooms most often held. Even now, he couldn't help but chuckle at his situation, sitting in silence as his smile quickly faded.

	"Tyr." Masahide muttered under his breath, glancing down at his hand which once held the key to what he assumed was the Velvet Room.