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[center][h3][color=87CEEB]THE MUNDANE IS BLISS[/color][/h3][/center]
Things had been rather subdued after the arrival of Carmillia, Jomurr, and Leon to Zeno Zemana's house. Greetings were exchanged and breakfast were had, consisting of both the Zeno's own skillfully cooked meals and the leftovers the others from Zeno Fades-in-Moonlight's group had brought with them. And then, they were all off to start the day. It looked well to be the start of a typical mundane day, one of peaceful bliss. After all, what can possibly happen here during the day in Ersand'Enise with so many powerful masters looking after the biros? Yes, there was that weird mysterious thing with her and Manfred losing recollection of... something. But that happened under vastly different circumstances that were unlikely to be repeated again.

Barring some small talks with Manfred, Eun-Ji mostly kept to herself during the tour. She and the rest of her group were all rather the quiet type, and there wasn't really much to talk about with people from the other groups either as Eun-Ji doesn't really know any of them. Of course, it wasn't at all a bad thing in her mind as the lack of conversation meant that she were able to focus on the tour itself, taking in all the information while enjoying what sights there were. The Grand Plaza, the Balthazar Hall, the Medeville Place, and all the others; she made sure to memorize them all. Hours passed by, and soon they will be visiting the Grand Library next.

Then time decided to stop.

[color=87CEEB]".... What?"[/color] Except it didn't actually stop. In reality, the world continued on as normal. It was only in Eun-Ji's mind and in her perception that the world seemed to have stopped so suddenly. She immediately went into high alert, focusing her mind to the task of identifying possible threats and dangers, senses sharpened to her limit. At least she managed to retain her calm, even as confusion and fear attempted to drill their way into her mind. It put her in a state that will allow her to react quickly should any adversaries appeared before her. Then again, not that any of it actually mattered. She have yet to realize that once again, she had came under the effect of a very precise and skillful application of Chemical magic, putting her into perceiving a very vivid form of hallucination. Against this, she was in reality defenseless regardless of her alertness.

She blinked, and then flinched as she found that her own right hand had raised in front of her, with a piece of folded paper placed on its palm. She didn't remember raising her right hand, and she indeed never did so as this too was merely a part of the hallucination upon which she had became trapped in. [color=87CEEB][i]What is happening?... What is all this?... And this paper...[/i][/color] Confusion started taking over as she carefully unfolded the paper, and before she can even process her confusion it was then quickly replaced by dread upon seeing what was written and drawn on the paper.

The words, written in Tan Keoulian, were simple enough to understand. [i]I am to be your handler. Additional mission had been assigned to you. Events of interest are happening here in this city. Be vigilant, be mindful, be involved. Unravel the things hidden within the shadows. Do not fail.[/i] It wasn't the letters or words that caused her breathing to stop with her eyes opened wide and her heartbeat racing wildly. It was the drawing of the mask, blended under the words. A featureless white mask she knew all too well. The same mask worn by the man she had met during her 2nd year as a Lotus Sentry. The same unreadable mask that sent an indescribable instinctual fear into her very soul every time she gazed upon it. The same mask that remained white and unblemished even as she witnessed the man who wore it slaughter a dozen trained killers in mere seconds in a way that remained incomprehensible to her despite her own knowledge, experiences, and training in the arts of killing. The mask of Volto Bianco, the Shadow-Killing Phantom, killer of assassins.

Eun-Ji blinked again. And then, the world returned. The paper was gone without a trace, and she found herself stopped in the middle of a step. Of what just transpired, she will need more time to digest it all. For now, her mind was caught in but a single thought. [color=87CEEB][i]Why [b]him[/b]? Why assign [b]him[/b] to [b]me[/b]?[/i] I'm... nothing. Just one among many. I don't understand...[/color]

Everything felt like a blur after that. The occasion had caused Eun-Ji to be completely quiet and unable to really focus on the rest of the tour. They were already in the Arc-en-Ciel Hall by the time she noticed, just in time to listen to Zenith Upta's words. And then, it was time for lunch, and she can only hope that she'll be able to at least found some enjoyment in it. Things after all, were quickly becoming far from mundane with the additional mission she had been given and the identity of her handler looming over her mind.