The invitation seemed simple enough. Meet a captain on the 21st floor of one of the abandoned buildings in an older section of town. Something important. Carnelian nodded. Who was he to disobey an invitation by someone who ranked higher than he? Donning his powered persona, the redhead wove his way through the ghosts of buildings and city streets to that fateful floor.

The sight that greeted him wasn't too much at odds with the invitation. It spoke of an interview, something very important for the Negaverse. There was a card table, two chairs, sparse food and drink, some lights and... something decidedly smelly in the corner. Something shining was lodged in its shoulder. It felt... youma. Carnelian's skin started to crawl. Despite him being a senshi of the Negaverse, one infused with the energies of Chaos, youma still gave him the creeps. Even if they were on the same side, the monsters that resided in the Rift still thought of him as a tasty snack.

Just a snack wrapped in black instead of white.

The corrupted senshi swallowed the lump in his throat and took a seat, crossing one leg elegantly over the other. He'd heard Negaverse officers could own youma and he sincerely hoped this one was under the command of someone friendly. It stared at him with unblinking eyes and it made the redhead rather nervous.

Silent Spy