I see him, Sasha. I'm sure, it's got to be him. He's playing some sort of flute. He's pretty good at it. . .

Sorry to interrupt your meditations, dear hacker-san, but . . .

I am not to be touched when I play, whelp!

He's fast ! Didn't even see him pull out his sword!

So I was right. It's you, Pierrot.

Yes, it's me, Maxim. But I'm afraid you and your precious Sasha are thoroughly outmatched here

He knows our names ! That means they already got the archives ! You have to touch him somehow !