Makoto had originally thought the two extra rooms on this floor were empty, until Yu almost ran into her as he left the one right next to Kouji's. The room in question had a piece of paper with a blue V drawn on it, though when Makoto had tried out the handle it wouldn't budge. But the boy had come out of the room all the same.

"Oh, sorry Makoto." There was a weird feeling around him that quickly faded as he shut the door behind him, an oddly familiar feeling. "Are you going to talk to Daisuko?" Makoto nodded. "Me too. I had a few questions for her concerning the Chaos Spaces and how they affect us Wild Cards."

The two walked to the common room where Nash and Daisuko had spent the night under watch. Minato was sitting in a chair, the musical sounds of whatever game he was playing ringing out softly. Makoto had expected him to be tired from staying up all night, but once he returned from seeing Takemi, he insisted that he could watch the former Acolyte.

A stormy gray eye peeked up from the game before it turned off. "Took you long enough. Doctor told me to rest my leg in bed as much as possible." Minato huffed and stood, leaning heavily on his healthy leg. "I'll be in my room if you need me." He limped off, using the walls for balance.

Makoto took Minato's seat, waiting until Yu had also sat down before addressing Daisuko. The girl had been given a change of clothes and food, though the glare from those poisonous blue eyes was enough to freeze over most people. She had been aggressive to everyone who had attempted to approach her or talk to her, and Makoto understood why. She was in enemy territory, even if the Persona users had helped her.

"I hope you're not here to ask questions because I won't answer them." Daisuko gripped the cushions, her knuckles turning white as she did. Makoto could tell that she was scared, much more than she was angry. "You trapped me here."

Yu sighed, adjusting the glasses on his face. "I agree that we had been keeping you captive, but it was dangerous for us to let you go when your wounds haven't fully healed." Makoto was suddenly thankful that Yu was there with her, considering how she had originally was going to be harsh with Daisuko. She trusted the leader to sweet talk Daisuko into giving up the secrets. "Besides, we don't know if Apophis is still trying to get you back. It would be best to stay with us. I can tell you're scared."

Daisuko was quiet for a moment longer. Then her lip trembled as glittering tears started to drip down her face. Her voice creaked as she spoke, sobs choking her throat. "I...I was promised so much power...I couldn't resist Apophis." She carefully wiped her eyes with her palm. "And after I accepted he pulled me in deeper and deeper...until I couldn't leave." She was shaking, pulling at her hair with her fingers.

"I can understand how scared you must have been. It's hard to defy a god." Yu gave her a smile, one that Makoto realized was trying to break down Daisuko's walls more. The girl snorted, seemingly over her sobs.

"Hah! You say that as if you've tried!" The next person to snort was Yu, though he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Makoto felt the same kind of laughter building in her chest, but she choked it down. Daisuko has no idea. "Hey, what's so funny? Gods are immortal, there's no way anyone can defy them, let alone you losers."

Yu adjusted his glasses before continuing. "Sorry, sorry. It really is funny how high you hold gods in regard." He let out another chuckle. "They really aren't that bad the fourth or fifth time around. You get used to it. Anyway back to the matter at hand." Those soft gray eyes were turned on Makoto now, trusting her to take care of this part. She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

"It's very clear that we can't have you running around Tokyo, for one reason or another. We have a spare room on this floor that we would like you to move into. You don't have to be friends with us at all, this is just a precaution. We're also offering to help you move your things from your current living situation and explain everything to your guardians-"

"My parents don't give two shits about me."

Makoto blinked slowly. She wasn't quite expecting that response, but she continued. "I understand. Do you still wish for our help moving your things?"

Daisuko stood, the table in front of her rattling. Her face was bright red with anger, voice raising as she shouted. "There's no way in hell you damned God Slayers know a damn thing about what it's like to not be important to your parents! Get the hell out of my sight!"

Makoto walked back to her room, Yu right beside her. "I never thought we'd get a compromise out of her." The gray haired boy sighed, tapping his fingers on his glasses frames. "But now maybe she'll work with us from this point on."

The two had left Daisuko to her own devices, knowing that she was too terrified to try anything funny. Makoto finished texting the rest of the Persona users the news as they walked back, though she had to admit that something was troubling her about Yu. She slid her phone into her pocket.

"You were able to reason with her so well, even when she got upset about her parents. I have to ask, is it from experience?"

Yu laughed, but it was a rather sad sound. "I'm that easy to read, huh? Well I don't know how similar my situation was to Daisuko, but my parents were always pushing me harder and harder without really giving me anything in return for doing so." There was a slight strain on his voice, though he quickly regained his composure. "Not that it matters that much right now. Not when we need to focus on these cultists, and the school trip tomorrow."

"I can't believe we have another school trip, and right after we defeated an Acolyte." Makoto sighed, though she couldn't hold back the smile on her face. A school trip was just what the transfers needed right now.

"And to Inaba, of all places." Yu stopped at his room, resting his hand on the handle. "It'll be returning home for the Investigation Team, though I suppose my house is in Tokyo. It just feels better there." He opened the door, smiling at Makoto. "We'd love to give you guys a tour." With that he walked into his room and shut the door behind him.

Makoto spent the rest of the day packing and making sure the rest of the Thieves were packed. She looked into Inaba more, especially the murders. She'd heard the story from the Investigation Team, and just wished to compare between that and the news. There wasn't too much discrepancy, apart from the reports being unable to understand the whole "TV World" thing. The only member mentioned in any articles besides the victims was Naoto, but that was because of their status as the Detective Prince.

The sun had dipped below the cityline by the time Makoto sat down to look over the trip details. She hadn't gotten student council president as she'd hoped, but being the vice president to Misturu was good enough. She scanned the documents, noticing that they were staying at a place called the Amagi Inn. Amagi… That's Yukiko's last name. She assumed there was a connection of some sort, considering how small Inaba is.

Once Makoto was done, she carefully stacked the papers on her desk before turning in for the night. Sleep didn't come easy that night, not with the stress of the trip and the worry of the next Acolyte on her mind, but after a stern mental talking to, Makoto eventually eased herself into sleep.