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Sona! Sona, where are you?!

...You're being a little loud, Ashlock.

Sorry, Justyna, I didn't see you there.

Wait, what are you doing in front of Sona's room? Are you looking for her too?

Mm.

Where is she?

Don't know.

...Whatever, I'll spare her for now.

I know you only just joined us. It's normal to have questions.

You can ask me. I might be able to help.

...No, it isn't about the Knightclub.

I wanted to tell Sona I'll help out at her bar after all.

Oh, I see then. True, I can't help with that.

Hold on!

What did you just say? Bar? Sona?

Mm. Didn't you know?

I... Was I meant to know?

I don't know.

So what did you need her for?

I need her so I can tear her head off.

But change of plans. I'm going to figure out just when the hell she opened a bar behind my back, and <i>then</i> she dies.

So can you tell me why she has a bar, and also, how you know about it?

...Okay.

I'm still new to the Knightclub. There's a lot I don't know about it.

Last night, Sona sent me a message, inviting me to meet her at a bar.

I thought she wanted to talk about Knightclub stuff, but I was wrong.

So. You've come.

...Why are you... standing behind the counter?

Because I am now the stand-in owner of this private bar.

...What?

Haven't gotten a chance to tell Ashley and the rest about it yet. You're the first to know.

Why?

At first, I was just coming here to relax from time to time.

After a while, I got pretty chummy with the old boss of the place.

And then I found out he used to be a director at the G.C.C., before he got targeted for offending some Knightclub.

He couldn't take that. Quit his job in anger, opened up this little place.

I helped unhassle a few hassles for him. He's recently rediscovered his passion for his old work, and now he's gone back to where he says he belongs.

So, he handed the bar over for me to manage.

...I feel like, you just described a dramatic story very undramatically.

You wanna hear it? I can tell you over a drink.

I thought—you invited me here... to orient me into the Knightclub.

All I can tell you is the booze rack here's pretty darn good.

So you asked me out for drinks?

Unfortunately! I asked you out so you could watch the bar for me. I've got stuff to handle later tonight.

We can all come here for drinks next time.

Why me?

Cause... you don't have to do much of anything here, really. You just pour your patrons a drink, listen to their stories, and tell 'em what they need to hear every now and then.

And my gut says you're the best listener out of all of us.

So how about it?

...I can try.

Okay, come over here, I'll teach you some bartending fundamentals...

After she left, a steady stream of Infected arrived. She must have made sure people in the club knew about it.

By chatting with them, I more or less got a handle on the Knightclub's present situation.

Whether it was on purpose or not, I'm glad she gave me that opportunity.

Your turn, Ashlock.

What has she done to make you want to kill her?

She—

Hey, what're you two doing here too? Where's Sona?

Wish I knew.

Oh. Well, sure, I'll wait too then.

...What have you got there, Iwona?

Oh, this? Camcorder. Sona lent it to me.

A camcorder? Tch, I knew it, that scoundrel...

What are <i>you</i> doing with it, though?

Uh, nothing big.

Sona spent all last night teaching me how to shoot with it. I'm just here to give it back.

Ohh. I see...

Excuse me? Last night?

Yeah, last night.

What the hell was she doing at your place last night?!

She was there 'cause she was there. Is that weird?

She was with US last night!

And since when did the almighty Wild Mane Knight want to learn photography? For that matter, when did SONA learn it? EVERYTHING about this is weird!

Ashlock, I think it's just as weird that you came here wanting to kill her...

I... I—*sigh* I'll explain that in a bit.

First, Iwona, tell me what happened last night.

Oh, sure.

Lately, we've been doing more and more work, taking more and more Infected in.

I'm proud of what we do, but that doesn't solve our need for more funds to settle all our Infected down somewhere.

And competition winnings are our most direct source of income, so for the last while, I've been trying to win more matches, get more of that cash.

But—patience ain't my strong suit.

Sona, I'm here.

Cool.

Funding-wise, we're gonna have issues caring for our club's Infected, I know it.

Now, I bet you called me here to chat about my recent win-loss.

I know, I haven't been putting up good results lately, but I—

Iwona, don't stretch yourself thin.

But—I wanna put in the work for our club!

Catch.

What the... A camcorder?

Sure is.

I made a friend lately, an elderly guy. He taught me some photography tricks, and tipped me off about a certain contact who'll let us make cash for shooting.

Contact's anonymous, only cares about the end product, so the work's open to Infected too.

So you're telling me, it's time I tried a side job?

Exactly. You're not alone—everyone goes through rough spots from time to time. Couldn't hurt to shake things up.

But... I don't know a damn thing about using a camera, though?

That's fine, I didn't either at first. Turns out it's not all that complicated.

First off, look here. This is the shutter, this is the lens, this is your screen.

You focus the lens on what you wanna shoot, press the shutter, and whatever you're shooting gets recorded in here...

H-Huh, alright...