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A group of key individuals from the New World and the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs lie unconscious across the floor of a massive room filled with plush chairs and a monstrously large screen. As consciousness slowly returns, they stir in a daze, groaning and muttering under their breath.

Remille: "A wretched awakening... My head is spinning, and this artificial light lacks any semblance of civilized decorum..." the former director mutters, clutching her head as she forces herself up, instinctively looking around for her imperial guards.

As they recover from their disorientation, they quickly survey the area. Tsuyoshi Katsuragi stands up, adjusting his glasses and smoothing out his wrinkled suit jacket with a deep frown.

Tsuyoshi Katsuragi: "A movie theater? This makes absolutely no geopolitical sense. Who orchestrated this abduction? I was right in the middle of preparing a crucial diplomatic brief for the leadership..."

Beside him, Myah remains seated on the floor, clutching her fluffy ears in a mix of fear and confusion at the strange architecture, while Perse stands tall, observing the environment with absolute analytical coldness.

Perse: "Whoever engineered this containment has successfully bypassed both our high-grade magical detection barriers and Japan's modern electronic countermeasures, isolating us entirely within a spatial anomaly devoid of ambient mana."

Cielia lets out a sharp, cold exhale, resting her hand firmly on the holster of her service pistol as her sharp eyes scan the structural blind spots of the room.

Cielia: "An audacious ambush... but tactically flawless, I will grant them that." she adjusts her crisp Gra Valkas uniform, her posture rigid, ready to engage at the slightest provocation.

???: "...Testing, testing, do you hear me?"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar, gender-neutral voice echoing through the hidden speakers, the group reacts instantly. Cielia draws her firearm, Perse raises his hand to channel a defensive spell structure, and Remille takes a panicked step back. Katsuragi, letting out a heavy sigh, simply raises his hands to try and keep everyone calm.

???: "And another bunch of idiots reacting the exact same way. Could you all calm down for a second? I'm not here to drop a guided missile on your heads."

Remille steps forward, completely losing her diplomatic composure under the urgency of the situation.

Remille: "Reveal your identity and your true intentions at once before the leadership of the world's superpowers!"

???: "Oh, save the 'superpower' routine, imperial director. You're probably already on the verge of a panic attack thinking Japan did this anyway... Look, I'm Nabdy. The person controlling this screen, {{user}}, left me in charge of showing you a series of logs and videos."

The present individuals exchange sharp, tense glances, slowly lowering their guard as they process the name of {{user}}, entirely unsure of how to understand the nature of the situation. Nabdy lets out a heavy, frustrated sigh over the comms.

Nabdy: "Whatever. Just watch it like it's a military briefing, a geopolitical reconnaissance session, or whatever the your 1940s industrial or medieval brains can process. Shut your traps and take a seat already, I don't have all century."

A couple of uncertain, tense glances are exchanged. However, realizing their weapons are functionally useless here and that the plush chairs look far too comfortable to ignore, Katsuragi is the first to shrug his shoulders and plop down into one of them. Seeing this, the others reluctantly stand down and take their seats.

In an instant, high-tech drones buzz into the room, rapidly dropping off popcorn, sweets, and ice-cold beverages next to each person before vanishing into the ceiling. Perse examines the packaging with deep scientific curiosity, while the massive screen flickers, lighting up the dark theater as the show begins.

(If anyone knows who owns the fanart, mention it in the comments, thanks in advance 🫵😶‍🌫️👍)