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Gagamaru wasn’t surprised at the amount of death that happened here.

It was better than the Outskirts, that was for sure. Aside from Shidou, he didn’t think anyone else here came from the barren wasteland beyond the City or would know of the horrors that existed there save for in the form of fairy tales or rumors. It wasn’t that hard to fight Abnormalities. They were more predictable and easier to contain than the beasts living in the Outskirts had been. All one needed to do was learn their patterns to keep them sated and how to combat them when one failed to do so.

It was always sad when someone died though. He’d rather his co-workers live.

A buzzing sound greeted his ears originating from the containment unit he had been assigned. Loud. The creature must be an insect of some kind based on noise alone, and Gagamaru found his thoughts confirmed when he opened the door to find himself staring up at the creature within.

Gagamaru was tall - much taller than the majority of the employees here and even quite a few of the Abnormalities at that. This creature, however, towered over him. It looked to have once been a bumblebee. Its body was covered in bristles, the coloring of those hairs yellow with black stripes, and its whole form was segmented into tiers of red and black dismembered flesh. Its head was the worst of all. It had been severely mutilated each fleshy wound rimmed with small pointed teeth that resembled mouths though he doubted it spoke any language he would understand.

If it came to it, could he fight this creature? He thought so. He’d taken on bigger things before, especially when living out in the barren wasteland beyond the City’s walls. Hopefully he wouldn’t need to fight though. He was unsure whether or not it could breach, but it looked dangerous, that was for certain.

He doubted he’d take it down without sustaining some nasty damage.

The longer he looked at this creature, the more he wondered if it were a beehive rather than a bumblebee like he’d previously believed. It hadn’t moved once since he entered save for the pupillary movement in its one striking blue eye and the pulsing of what looked like flesh.

This was a concerning thought. If it was indeed a hive, then it might be housing more creatures inside of it that could burst out at any moment. Not that Gagamaru couldn’t handle them, but he tended to be better when it came to one-on-one fights against gargantuan creatures rather than being swarmed by a buzz of little ones.

As he finished for the day, turning to leave, an itch began to prick at the back of his neck. He lifted a hand to scratch it, frowning, eyes narrowed in concentration. Not good. Thus far, he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary while working with this Abnormality. It was almost too quiet. Abnormalities were many things. Aggressive. Manipulative. Curious. Affectionate. And overly so. But rarely was one passive.

He was certain, whatever this sudden sensation in his skin was, the Abnormality was the cause.

The itch could not be a good sign. It’d be best to head to the infirmary or find help though he tried to avoid both when possible. Although the infirmary was full of medication, antidotes, and machinery meant to aid in one’s recovery, he was unused to and nervous around all the advanced tech there.

Lobotomy Corporation had no doctors. One was expected to heal themselves. This was something Gagamaru was used to and didn’t mind. He was self-sufficient given the Outskirts had no doctors either. He even found himself patching up the others’ wounds at times especially Raichi’s with how often the boy got into scuffs with the Abnormalities who all seemed to have a particular dislike for him. But he did have to wonder if Ego had gotten all the doctors killed, or if it had always been like this given how reliant on tech the City’s citizens were. As for this itch he had, it was out of his area of expertise. He could patch up cuts from claws and blades, clean bullet wounds from gunshots, prevent infections of all sorts, but if there was no actual wound and just a bad feeling he had no clue how to handle it. He doubted anyone else here would. Most tended to ignore those feelings out of fear simply hoping they’d go away.

He knew better than to try and do that.

Noel Noa was his Department Head. Perhaps then Noa was the best person to reach out to about this. Would Noa even be any help though? He had a hands-off approach when it came to his employees’ training and keeping them alive.

Even so, Gagamaru had little other choice.

Noa couldn’t get Ego off his mind, try as he might.

He hadn’t seen him once since he started working here despite Ego being the whole reason he was here in the first place, damn him.

Well it wasn’t Ego per se. It was the man Ego had been before he took to calling himself that self-absorbed name. Ego was a twisted man, a fanatic, and Noa was all too aware of how much he was willing to sacrifice for his goals - and for that woman’s goals.

And then there was that voice - the woman he heard whenever an emergency occurred here. He knew that voice. She had, after all, been the one to convince him to stay after Ego succeeded in drawing him into the web of his little experimental corporation with the claim it would be different from the rest of the Wings that it would change things in this godforsaken world.

A fine pair those two made.

But she was

. He’d helped Ego bury her though they hadn’t so much buried as preserved her body - her no longer breathing body. This woman speaking now through the speaker system couldn’t be her. Was it simply past recordings, an artificial voice made to sound like hers, or something far more sinister? Noa knew Ego. He knew that, whatever it was, it was an abomination that should not exist much like the rest of the creatures in this place.

A knock on the door drew his attention from those thoughts.

“Come in.”

It wasn’t all that often someone interrupted him. Chris often complained about employees who entered his office begging and pleading to be let out of this company and allowed back home, but Noa only had a few such cases of that before. He made it clear to all fresh employees of his department to only bother him if it was an emergency, so perhaps the employees assigned to him were simply better behaved or, more likely, he, unlike Chris, was actually listened to and respected.

The door opened, and, on the other side, Noa could see an employee dressed in Happy Teddy Bear’s E.G.O. Equipment. The employee was a boy - because the majority of their employees here were only boys still - whose long black and silver hair was tied back in a bun. He was quite tall, and his blank big eyes stared right at Noa. It was almost unnerving the intensity in them. It was unmistakable, too.

Gagamaru Gin.

Noa only remembered each employee’s equipment, appearance, and name for pragmatic purposes and no other reason. It made it easier to keep track of them especially for when one of them failed in their duties or panicked especially if said panic occurred in another department and affected business there. Gagamaru Gin being here was odd to say the least. He had never come to Noa’s office before for any reason, not even with a complaint or concern, and Noa would be lying if he said to see him here now didn’t put him slightly on edge that old Fixer instinct in him rising up and warning him something was very, very wrong.

“Something’s wrong.”

Noa frowned when Gagamaru opened his mouth and spoke in that monotone voice of his without even so much as a greeting. Those two words could mean any number of things, especially with all the recent deaths. He himself had just lost a member of his department and one who he thought would be promising at that. He gestured for Gagamaru to take a seat, but the boy either didn’t understand the social convention or didn’t want to because he stood in place, his entire body rigid and tense not unlike a cornered animal would be.

Gagamaru did, thankfully, go on without prompting and with only slight hesitation, shifting in what must have been discomfort at the silence.

“My neck itches. Feels weird. Bad.”

Noa frowned at that. If certain other employees came to him with this claim, he would have thought they were shirking on their duties and looking for any excuse to get out of work. Gagamaru Gin was different. He couldn’t remember a time Gagamaru had ever voiced a complaint, and he had seen how the boy looked after fights before - organs practically spilling out of his stomach, skin shredded, armor heavily battered and damaged. Not to mention, Gagamaru had good intuition.

No, if this kid was complaining about an itch of all things, it had to be something serious.

“Which Abnormality were you assigned to?”

“T-04-50. Queen Bee.” Gagamaru’s answer was prompt. Noa had already known what the boy had been assigned, but it never hurt to test. That said, however, he could not remember anything in the files about an itch even though he knew each and every file front to back. He couldn’t have missed something. He was certain of that. Even so, he pulled up the files for T-04-50. The whole time Gagamaru sat there, unmoving, unblinking, save for the twitch of his hand, his nails digging into the skin of his neck.

Noa tried to ignore that.

T-04-50 better known as Queen Bee had received a WAW classification despite the fact it had yet to breach containment or even attack anyone itself. This was, in part, due to the amount of physical damage anyone in its presence endured so much so that few had ever survived first contact dying within mere minutes of entering its unit. Given that was the case it was no wonder so little information was held on this Abnormality. This was part of the reason Gagamaru Gin had been assigned to it. He was able to take a great deal more damage than most of the employees here could even with only HE level armor on. There wasn’t much more information on T-04-50 even in the classified files that the employees themselves weren’t privy to but Noa as a Department Head could access. What a headache. It was never any good to be interacting with these monsters on such limited knowledge.

“There’s nothing I can do for you.” Noa closed the file, folded his hands, and looked Gagamaru in the eyes. He wasn’t so much of a coward that he would avoid his employee’s gaze even while he knew that the boy’s fate may as well be sealed. “For now, the best I can advise is to rest in your room and try to avoid any contact with other living beings. Don’t enter that unit again. I’ll be monitoring you.” Ego would likely be pissed at Noa’s decision as energy was of first and foremost importance to him, but Noa didn’t care. He would cite observation and information as more important.

Besides, it wasn’t as if their energy was even fueling the City.

Gagamaru was silent. Noa knew some of the kids would panic pleading with him for help or bursting into tears at this news or reacting in anger and violence used to mask their fear, but Gagamaru’s expression was stoic as always, and he wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better.

There were one too many infection type Abnormalities out there, and he feared Gagamaru’s symptoms might be a case of that. If so…then there really was no antidote or cure that could save the kid.

Gagamaru should have known going to Noa would only yield those answers. His stomach twisted, and he couldn’t tell if the unfamiliar churning in his gut was from stress or some alien being inside him. His head hurt. His body ached. He knew these paths and halls, and his vision and sense of direction had always been sharp, but, right now, he found himself feeling dizzy and disorientated. Hadn’t he already passed that hall? Where was his room? It shouldn't be so hard to find.

His stomach growled. The sound interrupted his thoughts broke through his concentration. It felt as if something were eating away at his insides, and he was really hungry, unbearably so. He’d gone weeks before without eating. Food in the Outskirts could be scarce, and it was really up to one to catch and kill their own meals unlike here at the company where food was always readily available and served to them already prepared. So he shouldn't be hungry. He'd eaten today before entering the unit, so why was he already hungry again?

“Hey!” A faint voice called out to him. He blinked and looked down to see Raichi standing there, staring at him, those fierce eyes narrowed in a glare. At least, he thought it was Raichi. It sounded like Raichi and looked sorta like Raichi an angry blond blur of a human being. “Hey, are ya even listening to me!?” Raichi waved one of his hands in front of Gagamaru’s face. That mouth of his was pulled back in a scowl, and Gagamaru would have laughed at how Raichi almost looked like an angry dog if not for the sudden sharp pain in his throat and larynx that made it impossible to do so.

His vocal chords felt as if they were being torn to shreds.

“I…feel weird…” He tried to speak, tried to get out, nearly choking on the words. His nails raised to the back of his neck and began to itch, to scratch, as if trying to carve out the skin there to free what was trapped beneath. His head tilted towards the side at an unnatural angle. “Raichi, I feel weird. I think something’s really wrong. I…”

Raichi watched, horrified, taking a step back when Gagamaru’s body unzipped itself in front of him. It looked as if someone were forcefully twisting his neck from behind, but no one else’s hands were visible, and his neck was turned to such an angle that even Gagamaru himself with his insane flexibility shouldn’t be able to. The sound of shredded paper, of something tearing, was loud in Raichi’s ears. It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t paper being ripped but skin and said skin fell to the ground like a suit being shed.

Something began to crawl out of Gagamaru’s neck hatching from him almost like a butterfly would emerge from a cocoon if the cocoon was one made of flesh and blood. It tore apart his headless body, huge teeth gnawing at his skin, wings buzzing to life and bathed in his blood. It kept rising out of him, and, Raichi realized with growing horror, this creature was the size of Gagamaru if not larger, its black striped yellow abdomen huge. How it had fit inside him, he had no clue. Its six spindly legs tore the rest of Gagamaru’s corpse apart leaving a splatter of skin, blood, organs, and bones beneath it. It had no eyes. But, still, it looked right at Raichi, its mouth like that of a lamprey - a sharp toothed funnel the size of his head.

I’m going to die.

His legs collapsed under him, trembling, and though it looked right at him, it had to be looking right at him…all it did was bend down and scoop up the still intact cranium in the pile of what was once Gagamaru. It lifted it with those two extra arms protruding from its thorax and smaller than the other six and then it was off into the air hovering away from the site of its birth. It carried the cranium gently, delicately, as if it were something precious that needed to be preserved, its behavior not unlike a drone carrying honey back to its beehive. From behind it trailed a disgusting bloodied appendage that looked to be an intestine. It dragged behind its rear on the floor leaving a trail of red.

Even after it faded from sight, even after it could no longer be heard from here, he couldn’t get the sound of its jaw rattling and wings beating out of his head.

Raichi’s mouth opened, but any sound died in there. He closed it again and swallowed the rising bile back down his throat.

Fuck.

Someone. Anyone. He needed to find another goddamn person in this place. Who knew what that thing was, or where it was headed, or, worst of all, when it’d be back?

Why wasn’t that fucking annoying alarm going off now?

He forced himself to his feet and took off running, searching for the closest person, because all those annoying assholes were always around except when they were finally needed. Rounding the next corner, he nearly smashed right into someone, and he reached to grab the collar of whoever it was, his face contorted in a scowl and mouth open in a scream.

“There’s a fuckin’ Abnormality on the loose!”

“Get your filthy hands off me.”

His mouth snapped closed, eyes widening and then narrowing into a glare when he realized just who he was holding. A low growl rose in his throat. Michael Kaiser just looked at him unamused with nothing but disdain in those cold blue eyes of his.

Raichi hated him.

Kaiser always had an air about him of being better than them, the same air that those from the Nests who had been born into wealth carried. Raichi couldn’t stand people like him. His grip tightened, and, from the corner of his eye, he could see Kaiser’s little lap dog glaring at him with knuckles white from clutching his weapon. First that purple bun nuisance and his lazy ass guard, now these two. What was it with all these rich boys having their subservient pets who followed them everywhere and leapt to do their every command?

“Are you just incapable of following orders, or is your hearing gone?” Kaiser sneered, ripping Raichi’s hands from his suit collar, and Raichi felt that white hot anger flare up even more. The issue of the Abnormality on the loose was temporarily consumed by that fire.

“Hey! Stop it!”

A familiar, irritating voice broke between the two of them, and Raichi looked over to see Isagi Yoichi attempting to insert himself where he shouldn’t. The pink haired runt was by his side looking nervous and casting glances in Kaiser’s dog’s direction though Raichi noticed that the other seemed to be purposefully avoiding the pipsqueak’s gaze at all costs. Great. Couldn’t he have run into anyone actually helpful? Instead he was stuck with these two stuck-up princes who thought themselves above it all and those loyal servants of theirs. He was surprised not to see the bug eyed blue haired brat with Isgai and Kurona completing their tiny trio.

He hadn’t realized he’d voiced that surprise aloud before he felt his mouth moving and the words tumbled out with no self-control.

“Can’t you and your little buddy piss off and stop sticking your noses into shit that doesn’t concern ya!? Go find the third member of your annoying trio before he gets himself killed or somethin’ cause he got in over his head!”

Raichi felt something smack the side of his face, and he reeled back from the blow, rubbing at the side of his face and wincing from the stinging pain. Isagi had that cross shaped mace of his gripped tight in his hands, blue eyes burning, mouth set in an enraged scowl. Kaiser, ever the pleasant individual, jumped at this outburst like a shark smelling blood in the water.

“Aw, did something happen to him, Yoichi? That was quite the reaction.”

“Shut up! I’ll kill you!” Isagi rounded on Kaiser, the mace tossed to the side, reaching for Kaiser’s neck to strangle him.

“You’re not the first one who’s tried.” Kaiser just laughed even when Isagi’s hands tightened around his throat, clutching at the tattooed skin, Ness screaming Kaiser’s name and trying to rip Isagi off his master while Kurona’s eyes darted between Ness and Isagi before he tried to pull Ness from his friend.

“I hate you, let go of me!” Ness rounded on Kurona who flinched like he’d been struck despite Ness not touching him.

Amid the scuffles and screams, a low hum almost like a buzz began to sound, and Raichi’s face paled. Gagamaru. Shit. That thing hadn’t been moving that fast, had it? So how was it back already? These assholes had him so riled up with their snobbishness and stupidity he’d forgotten just what had happened just why he’d needed to find someone else in this godforsaken place.

He’d let Gagamaru down, hadn’t he?

He didn’t like the sinking guilt in his stomach, a feeling unknown to him. He tried to open his mouth to warn the idiots when that creature from before - the thing that had come out of Gagamaru shedding his skin like it were nothing but a cocoon - rounded the corner, its long spindly legs the first thing visible, the two front ones raised as it aimed for the living being nearest to it. Those legs slammed down on Kurona who jolted out of his dazed shock though not before he was knocked to the ground. The drone descended at once on the fallen prey. Its eyeless head that was mostly mouth came down on Kurona’s own head, jaws itching to crush his neck, and Raichi hated that he froze up from a feeling he refused to ascribe to fear.

Ness moved first. One end of his double horned weapon lodged itself upwards and inside the creature’s lamprey mouth the spear mere inches from Kurona’s face. He pried it off Kurona’s head without touching the runt in the process attempting to tear all the way through the drone’s dome but unable to do so. The fucker must have been stronger than it looked if an attack like that couldn’t tear through its flesh. Kurona’s face was coated with a red mucus that resembled saliva if it were the color of blood. His entire body trembled. From behind Raichi, Kaiser made an annoyed huff. He shoved Isagi off him before drawing his spear tipped in ice.

“It looks like you lot aren’t the only insects crawling around here.” His voice dripped with disdain. Raichi felt the urge to snap at him quelled by both the insectoid monster responsible for Gagamaru’s death and the cold hate in Kaiser’s eyes. The monster ripped itself from the horn of Ness’s weapon, jaw rattling, but it was given no time to recover before Kaiser’s spear was thrust into its thorax running it through.

Isagi rushed forward though whether it was out of actual concern for Kurona or just not wanting to be outdone by Kaiser Raichi could not tell. His cross shaped mace swung into the creature’s large abdomen crushing its body. From each wound dealt to it, blood oozed, the facility’s floor stained red until, at last, the creature crumpled onto its back letting out a death rattle. Its wings shriveled and long black legs curled up above its unmoving form not unlike a spider’s did when it was killed.

“That was easy. It’d be pathetic to have died from such a thing.” Kaiser prodded at its withered form with the tip of his spear, a sneer on his face, and Raichi, for once, found himself unable to lash out - the match burned and completely extinguished.

Noa looked down at Gagamaru Gin’s corpse. Or, rather, what was left of his corpse. It was quite a difficult thing to recover an intact body in a place like this, and so he supposed it was something to be thankful for that there was any of Gagamaru left to examine.

It was as he’d predicted. An infection. He had found what looked like the remnants of a cocoon formed near what could be identified as the intestines.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened. The Queen itself had no doubt placed the parasite from exposure to it though whether this could be prevented through covering of the skin or not was yet to be seen. Abnormalities were tricky like that. They didn’t operate under any logical terms.

It was why he hated them so.

Regardless, the parasite had found an entrance into the human body, and it had made its home inside its host. It looked as if something, likely the larva, had been subsisting on Gagamaru’s - no, the host’s, Gagamaru was no more - blood, organs, and fat from what he could see. Based on the signs of a cocoon he found, he inferred that it must have created one upon becoming too large to comfortably move around inside the host. The damage done to what remained of the host’s damaged throat arteries and larynx appeared to be from both the cocoon’s upward movement and the creature’s ascension those jaws of it used to tear a way out of both the literal cocoon it had made and the human cocoon it had chosen.

How quickly had this creature grown, shifting from one stage of development to the next? It must have been a rapid growth based on the way things lined up in the timeline. If anyone else had been assigned to this Abnormality in addition to Gagamaru Gin, then things could have gotten out of hand.

There would have been a whole horde of drones to contend with.

At least, for the moment, it’d be best to hold off on sending more kids in there. He could appeal to Ego’s cold rationality on this. Casting morals aside, something he found himself doing more and more ever since he’d joined this company, the logical argument remained that they did not have the manpower nor the medicine to handle a widespread infection. As impressive as K Corp’s ampules were, those were more designed for the loss of vital limbs and organs. Perhaps they could have ripped the cocoon out of the host then had the ampule present to heal him, but they would have needed to have known to begin with where the parasite was and that he was infected with one.

Most employees had the habit of hiding whenever something felt off until it was too late. It was, on one hand, not at all surprising that was the case given the most common fate of most who were found to be physically or mentally affected by the Abnormalities. It did, however, lead to messes needing to be cleaned up that could have easily been quashed before they became a problem if one had only fessed up sooner.

Ego did hate having to deal with a mess on his hands. That was one thing about him that hadn’t changed. And, perhaps, it was the one thing that Noa could still get through to him.

Except for the fact Ego himself no longer needed to deal firsthand with the messes he made. It was now left to Noa and those other four Department Heads to clean them up for their Manager. The five of them had been pushed to the sidelines and kept from being on the frontlines. Noa had once been someone in the Backstreets in the thick of things fighting each day to protect others even at risk to his own life. He hadn’t been the one at a desk hiding behind meat shields, he’d been the one out there on the field.

The White Shield.

It was a title he could no longer call himself that he no longer deserved.

“We need your strength. You’re sick of this rotten world, too, aren’t you?”

He was. He still is. That man’s promise had been a lie.

Queen Bee (T-04-50)

Queen Bee is a large, heavily mutated bumblebee. Her body is yellow with black stripes and is segmented into tiers of red and black dismembered flesh. She has one large blue iris, a pair of bent antennae, and a pair of torn bee wings. Her head itself is severely mutilated, with each 'slice' being rimmed with small pointed teeth to resemble mouths. She has yet to breach and has never been observed to directly attack an employee, however, almost everyone who entered her containment unit has only lasted a few minutes before succumbing to physical wounds. The cause has yet to be found.

Addendum: It has been discovered that Queen Bee emits spores and that these spores carry a parasite within them. The parasite will feed on the host causing side effects such as itching in the neck, a gnawing hunger in the stomach, a sharp pain in the abdomen, and loss of function in the occipital lobe. These side effects will only worsen and continue to present themselves the longer the parasite feeds on the host and as the parasite forms a cocoon in the host's intestines to prepare for its emergence. This cocoon moves upward through the body as it grows, eventually damaging the arteries of the throat and the cricothyroid with its jaws as it severs the host’s head from the body. After this it will emerge from the body, exacerbating the wound of the host further, and killing the host in the process.

The fully emerged parasites have been dubbed drones. The drones appear to be Queen Bee's minions. They are large wasp-like creatures with long legs, defective wings, small heads and thoraxes, and large abdomens. Drones have no eyes or antennae but have thick 'mandibles' that resemble a lamprey's mouth. They possess six spindly black legs on their abdomen and a pair of small black arms on their thorax. At the end of their abdomen, the drones have what looks to be an intestines in place of a stinger.

E.G.O. Equipment: Penitence

Knowing meant understanding. We succeeded in materializing the prototype and the observer reconstructed it as a weapon. This was why we focused on observation. The hollow eye sockets gaze into sins and the crown of thorns blame them. To use this weapon, one must have the drive to exact carnage for the greater good. Though this weapon is not as strong as other E.G.O weapons, it provides psychological comfort to the wielder. However, there is no comfort for those who lack justice.

Isagi Yoichi was granted both the E.G.O. Weapon and E.G.O. Suit named Penitence. The weapon is a mace in the shape of a cross with a skull on the front wearing a crown of thorns. The suit of armor is brown, white, and dark blue. The Abnormality it comes from is One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds.

E.G.O. Equipment: Horn

The green-eyed beauty's favorite flower was the dahlia. Your love makes me happy. The lady's happiness came to an end with the budding of those unsightly horns. The dahlia’s unfulfilled meaning was borne as a seed in this E.G.O, carrying a lingering emotion. No matter how many times the equipment is produced, the bud never withers. As the horn digs deep into the enemy's heart, it will turn blood red to show off the glamour that she couldn't in her life.

Alexis Ness was granted the E.G.O. Weapon, Suit, and Gift Horn. The weapon is a two pronged spear sporting flowers. The tip of the spear is covered in multiple green eyes that never blink. The armor is a mix of browns and grays with a purple flower blooming from the chest. The gift is a purple flower worn on the wearer’s head. The Abnormality it comes from is [REDACTED].

E.G.O. Equipment: Frost Splinter and Those who Know the Cruelty of Winter and the Aroma of Roses

The Snow Queen was beautiful, but where her heart should have been was empty and frozen. The edge of the spear is both straight and icy. Anyone damaged by it will lose themselves for a moment. As the equipment was forged from snow, it shall disappear without a trace someday. Someday, when the weather warms enough to melt the snow, it may thaw the heart as well, if you truly believe so.

Michael Kaiser was granted the E.G.O. Weapon and Suit Frost Splinter and the E.G.O. Gift Those who Know the Cruelty of Winter and the Aroma of Roses. The weapon is a spear with a dark blue handle and a tip composed of ice. The armor is a light blue cloak worn over a dark blue suit. The gift is three fragmented shards of ice grown along the side of his face. The Abnormality it comes from is The Snow Queen.