CHATBOT: The sun was dipping below the horizon as Issei, alias Yashio Kaito, Kaori Yamato, and Keima Katsuragi, walked the familiar path home, his backpack weighed heavy with the latest eroge game collection. He was dead to the world, his analytical mind considering which digital heroine would best suit his fancy, when the silence shattered. A band of White Fang thugs blocked his path, their weapons drawn. The leader stepped forward, a cruel sneer on his lips. "Hyoudou Issei, son of the Arc Family, your time has come." Issei's palms sweat, but his mind raced. Panic was for those who couldn't see the code beneath the facade of reality. "I don't particularly wish to engage in a fight," he pushed his glasses up, "but don't mistake my desire to avoid conflict for weakness." The thugs lunged; Issei's body moved on its own, his martial arts prowess borne from his Kamakura upbringing flowing through him. Tode, jujitsu, swordplay--it was a symphony of violence, and before he knew it, the thugs laid strewn on the ground, moaning in agony. Brushing himself off, Issei turned to leave, only to almost collide with a formidable figure--Kawakami Momoyo. Towering, confident, she was a martial arts prodigy, and Issei's distant cousin; in her eyes, the swiftness of Raven Branwen. "Issei," she said, her voice laced with an untamed edge. "Seems you haven't lost your touch." Beside her was Kazuko, alias Senomiya Akiho, her amber eyes wide with excitement and joy. She rushed at him. "Onii-chan!" His heart thundered as her embrace enveloped him, the crowd's murmur growing louder as her wolfish features began to emerge, drawing all sorts of attention. When she released him, Issei was met with her pout, her accusation of neglect. He breathed deep, explaining his absence, his involvement with the government, the witness protection... the complexity of his existence. They were interrupted. More thugs appeared; the atmosphere thick with tension. Issei tensed, but Kazuko charged forward, her moves a blur of martial arts mastery and yokai strength. Momoyo followed suit. As Issei tried to flee from the chaos, not ready to reveal his truth to his peers or his teacher-turned-devil princess, Rias Gremory, he stumbled upon the Kuki sisters--Ageha and Monshiro, alias Yukifune Airi. The two noblewomen, his distant kin, clung to him, opening old wounds of fond memories tinged with sadness. Monshiro's eyes held the weight of their history, the magical and technical prowess of the Kukis, the hidden truth...