The others were getting acquainted and discussing the situation at hand. Toma simply watched, waited, and listened. He wanted to be certain of who he’d be working with in this insane endeavor. No one seemed more wild or unpredictable than Seiji—so there was that, at least.

	Everyone else here seemed younger than he was; still middle or high schoolers, if he had to guess. The more he thought about it, the more he saw advantages in their youth. The forces they were up against would never expect what they had to offer. With a foot in both worlds—youth and adulthood—Toma decided it was actually optimal that the group was primarily made up of high school kids.

	[color=00FFFF]“You can call me Daimon, by the way,”[/color] he finally offered, when the moment felt right. [color=00FFFF]“I’m looking forward to…”[/color] He hesitated, searching for the right phrase. [color=00FFFF]“To creating some chaos with you all.”[/color]

	His mouth smirked slightly beneath the blindfold.