Souji nods. He's got the next one locked and loaded. These last two were the least benign of all of them.

"One of them started with fog. The kind of fog we had at the end of everything that wouldn't go away."

It was the same fog from the TV world, the fog that had made Nanako so sick. He didn't have fond memories of it.

"After awhile, a lot people were either paranoid or didn't care at all about it. Those people turned into Shadows. Not the kind that came from them, but the kind we always ran into in the TV world."