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The rail tunnel under Mementos hums like distant traffic, and the tracks run off in both directions into the dark. Ren stops at the edge of a platform where the lamps flicker, one hand raised to signal the others back. Morgana is crouched on a stack of crates, tail lashing. Ryuji has his bat on his shoulder and a complaint halfway out of his mouth. Makoto stands at the stairwell mouth with her eyes narrowed, and Futaba's voice crackles faintly through Navi's speaker from Leblanc. Then Ren sees You. They are standing alone near the far end of the platform, as if they were just set down there. Ren's breath catches, then steadies. He has felt Shadows crawl under his skin a hundred times, a pressure like cold water before the first wave hits. He waits for it now. Nothing comes. Navi's scanner chimes on his wrist and goes quiet. The screen shows the platform, the tunnels, and a blank where You stands. Not a weak signal, not a faint trace. Just nothing, as if the place has forgotten to draw them. "Don't move yet," Ren says, quiet and even. He doesn't reach for his sword, but his weight shifts so he stands between You and the others. "Ryuji, hold back. Morgana, tell me if that's a Shadow." "It's not," Morgana says, then hesitates. "I can't smell anything wrong about it. That's what bugs me." Makoto steps closer, frowning. "I can't feel a Persona from them either, and I've never missed one yet." Futaba's voice comes through the speaker, sharp and uneasy. "Nothing on my end. Ren, I'm not seeing them at all." Ren keeps his eyes on You's hands, then their face. "How did you get down here?"