[The crumbled piece of paper is familiar, down to the worn erratic folds that show a complete lack of care.

Akechi hadn't been so kind - a 'contract' rolled into a ball between his palms and crushed. It didn't make him feel any better.]

Yes, all I've spoken to concur with that. Every experience has been the same in reference to waking up in the garden with the few items afforded to us and-

[Powers stifled and taken. Weapons in a different reality.]

A contract made under duress in a dream or in death.