[ The ones to Intensity also seem to go through, though he has not responded to you yet.

When you try to turn on a live your phone buzzes

Message, unknown sender: ]

《 You already have my attention ☆ Let's let sleeping audiences lie! 》

[ According to the map, you are there.

You are in Shinjuku, still. A Shinjuku busier, brighter, controrted. Shinjuku as you've never known it. Everything glows, every last window blazing with kaledescopic light, wrought iron and stained glass in all the windows. In the shadows cast from the light, the street is now filled with those who aren't quite occupying the same space as you-- black outlines that jostle you with their heat as they go past, like walking past a furnace but without tangibility you can reach out and touch. Their silhouettes are something like people. The sky shudders with stars-- none of them still in their celestial orbits. Your stomach lurches to look up, to look at any of it.

There is a television on, somewhere. You hear singing, and a broadcasting of what sounds like a bit of the last game.

The building the map indicated has open doors. You can go inside, whenever you wish. ]