The DDS Volume3　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter3 No2

Over 100,000 people are filling all the streets from Shinjuku Chuo Park to National Highway 20.　

Siren is singing to the people from a stage in a grass square lies between the high-rise buildings and Shinjuku Chuo Park.

The Society of St. Siren calls this a Mass.

We don't know to what extent people, not Christian, understand the meaning of Mass. But no one even coughs as they listen to her voice. It isn't just the crowd. Even the SDF officers who have gathered to provide security are ecstatic and listening to the Sirens singing, as if they have forgotten their role.

It’s because the Siren’s songs power that the cult, which has been in existence only for a week, has been able to attract so many people.

But on the other hand, there is a fact that the current situation of Shinjuku contributed greatly to the explosive development of the cult.

Having lost more than half of its daytime population at the Great Destruction of Set, the city's economy has been on the verge of collapse. More than 5,000 restaurants went bankrupt, land prices plummeted, and the construction of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, which was to be built in Shinjuku, has been postponed indefinitely.

Siren appeared on the scene and began to attract an incredible number of people with the power of her songs. For all those with a stake in Shinjuku, Siren has become a god-like figure.

7:30 pm.

The sound of sirens announcing 30 minutes before the curfew is due to come into force, echoes through the night sky over the buildings.

The air cannon fired into the sky by the SDF personnel signaled the end of the concert known as the Mass.

After the Mass, with the crowds, keeping order and heading for Shinjuku station to return home, Siren and the leaders of the cult headed towards the Princeton Hotel, located south exit of Shinjuku Station, where they had set up their headquarters a few days earlier.

In the office on the 13th floor of the hotel, Sawatari, together with his staff, is following up the organization of the cult, which continues to expand at a tremendous rate.

“I'm so tired!”

Without knocking, Oonogi strode into the room, threw himself onto the sofa and put his feet on the armrest. Then he lit a cigarette.

Tashiro entered the room next, looked uncomfortably at Oonogi's muddy shoes on the armrest, and stood behind the PC operated by Sawatari.

“How many people has become a member of the Society of St. Siren?”

“By noon today the number exceeded 200,000. The afternoon tally is not yet complete.”

Sawatari, who had not been able to attend the Mass, for continuing the tally, lifted his bloodshot eyes from the display and pointed to a pile of application forms in the corner of the room.

“How much money we earned?”

Oonogi, who had just gotten up from the sofa, stood beside Tashiro with smoking a cigarette.

“With donations and membership fees, it’s about 600 million.

Sawatari called up the accounting data without even making a face.

“GOAT! We could set for life now, guys.”

Oonogi laughed in a vulgar way. As the newly hired person steals a glance at Oonogi and raises an eyebrow, Siren with a white dove perched on her shoulder enters the room with a cool breeze.

Oonogi rushed to stub out his cigarette, and Sawatari quickly returned to the operation.　Tashiro, however, sensing something different in Siren's gaze, asked politely, "Is something wrong?”

“The recent wickedness of the devils has been flagrant. Starting tomorrow, I would like to go on a tour of the capital to punish the devils.”

Without changing her expression like a puppet, Siren uttered words that no one had expected to hear.

“Sounds great！”

Oonogi agreed without thinking about whether good or not,

Tashiro clicked his tongue at Oonogi and faced Siren head-on.

"Please wait a little. I'm sorry, it's hard for me to say but I'm not sure if your songs are effective in repelling devils. And even if you said that we punishes devils, we don't have no way of predicting where they would appear, don't we?"

“Mr. Tashiro, that’s too much saying!”

In a hurry, Sawatari interceded. But Tashiro looks suspiciously at the white dove on Siren's shoulder.

With crimson eyes, the white dove looked at Tashiro mockingly, cooed, left Siren's shoulder, and pecked at the large hard glass window with its beak.

At that moment, the view from the window changed dramatically.　

The familiar night view of the skyscraper district was distorted and changed,  the window showed a city with buildings slightly smaller than those in Shinjuku.

“This is Shibuya, isn't it?"　A Sawatari's staff stepped to the window seemingly mesmerized. But a moment later, his expression was distorted as if he had seen something terrible.

He saw that there was a hellish scene of strange creatures roaring and attacking passersby.
Tashiro was looking the scene, with a furrowed brow, heard the beautiful Siren's voice, "This is the scene in Shibuya tomorrow."

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