Shax rises from Jun's shadow. Clown hat, stork beak, angelic form wrapped in thorny vines....and the bottom a mess of black tentacles tangled around metal stakes and figures that look like humans, all of it bleeding a thick yellow. Taro shouldn't expect his life to get any less anime from here. The Persona spreads its six wings.

Dia.

"...save you the trouble." He's got his other weapon now, a much more sensible laser gun, to try and keep them at bay. "You're one of the newcomers."