Sun had barely stepped into his apartment when he felt the urge to find the nearest comfortable surface and sleep for a week straight. This had been happening for some time now, him becoming supremely tired all of a sudden. Work as a full-blown Detective was hard. It almost wasn't worth not having Rookie attached to the title.

"Neptune!" he called, hearing the familiar noise of virtual-zombies being virtually-slain in the living room. "Do we have orange juice?"

The virtual-slaying continued for a while before Neptune poked his head around a corner and gestured at the kitchen. "Yup. I bought a whole bunch yesterday, 'cause I know how my bro likes his orange juice," he said. "You had dinner yet?"

"Too tired for dinner," Sun mumbled. "Want juice."

Neptune frowned. "That's troublesome." He shrugged. "Oh, well. Guess that's the Detective life for you. Oh, I had a full day also, following leads, tracking down shady people… I'm building a clientele, buddy, let me tell you-"

"Mhmm. Want juice."

Sun started towards the kitchen, but his legs failed him and he went down like a bag of potatoes. Just as he was about to hit the floor, however, a set of arms caught him and brought him back to his feet.

"Woah! That was close!" Sun exclaimed, wide awake all of a sudden. "Thanks, Nep! I think you just saved me from a concussion!"

"Uh, not to alarm you, bro," Neptune said slowly. "But it wasn't me who saved you."

He pointed, and Sun looked to the side and saw… himself. Except he was all golden, and mute, and made of light.

"Huh," Sun said.

"Huh," Neptune echoed.

The other Sun opened his mouth, but no noise came out. He seemed upset, but a second later he disappeared in a flash of light. It was like he had never been there in the first place.

Sun scratched his chin. "…I think I need to make a phone call."

Corsac fell to his knees.

He touched his forehead, then held his hand in front of his eyes, watching the blood drip down his fingers.

"I don't understand…"

"You don't understand what?"

Adam grabbed him by the back of his shirt, then dropped him again in the middle of the road. To each side of the road lay one half of Corsac's car, sliced cleanly in half, like a giant's sword had been run through it.

"You must understand why this is happening. Why else would you be running from me?" Adam grinned. "Or trying to, that is. Unless you're that afraid of me that you don't need a reason?"

Corsac shook his head. "W-why? I'm loyal to you… To the real White Fang, still!" he gasped. "I'm not like my brother. I can still be of use to you… I know the truth about-"

"That isn't important to me," Adam interrupted. "The truth will come out when I want it to. Until then…"

Corsac didn't see Adam draw his sword, but he heard it leave its scabbard, then saw its red glow reflected on the asphalt in front of hm.

"You are like your brother. Not totally. But you are both failures," Adam said. "And I have no room for that in my White Fang."

Even if Corsac had seen it coming, he couldn't have reacted to it. His head hit the road, and a second later, the rest of his body did the same.

"You're welcome, Sienna," Adam said to the night sky. "Now, you wait your turn…"