Mordechai was given his own temporary office, which gave him room to map out what he wanted to do with his cornerstone presentation. A couple of hours went by, and he felt he was ready.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Mordechai beckoned.

Then, three young women came into Mordechai's shock. The one who stood out prominently was a tall, slender, hourglass-shaped woman with blood red colored eyes. She had waist-length black hair, blonde and caramel brown peekaboo highlights, and wore a school teacher outfit. She was flanked by two others dressed like schoolgirls; one on the left was a tall, curvaceous-muscular Siberian tiger female kemonomimi with long dark red hair and dark lime green eyes. She was wearing a long purple skirt with a matching blazer.

The other on the right was a pale-skinned curvaceous wolf kemonomimi with long hair, black on top and white underneath; she had big, beautiful grayish lime green eyes. She wore a green sleeveless sweater and shirt with a green and purple miniskirt showing her thighs and legs.

Naturally, Mordechai blushed at the sight of these girls, “Um, how can I help you?”

The woman in the middle giggled at this positive reaction, "Don't mind us; we are traveling abroad! We've heard much about you and want to attend your presentation."

Mordechai had to take a few seconds to remember, "Oh, yes. Our presentations are free to the public."

She nodded, "I'm Susanoo. And these are friends who I dragged along."

The wolf girl standing there felt embarrassed to wear such an outfit as she introduced herself, "Morning. I'm Kiva..." she mumbled.

Susanoo hip-bumped Kiva, "Oh, don't be shy. You are always being a chatterbox." She teases.

This made the Siberian tiger girl laugh, “Hello, my name is Cynthia.” She greeted.

“As I said, we want to kill some time and watch all of you do your presentations,” Susanoo supported.

Mordechai cleared his throat and regained his composure, “why, yes, you students here?”

Susanoo smiled, “Yes, we are...”

Mordechai blinked, "Alright. Well, I'll be doing--"

As he was about to explain this presentation, Sylvia barged in. Only to see three beautiful girls.

This snaps Mordechai back to normal, “Sylvia?” he yelped.

"He needs to rehearse. You have to leave!” Sylvia demanded.

Susanoo shrugged, "Okay, fine by me. We'll see you at the auditorium, Dr. Zayne."

Without making a fuss, the three ladies left the office with Sylvia, shutting the door.

Embarrassed, Mordechai was livid, “Why are you camping outside my door?!”

Sylvia gave him a blank stare, “who were they?”

"I don't even know! Never had the chance!" Mordechai yelled.

"Take a cold shower. You are on in one hour," Sylvia blowing off Mordechai's tantrum while leaving the office.

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A few seconds later, someone from the desk called Mordechai on his office phone.

He rushed over to his desk and answered, “Zayne.”

“Sorry to bother you, doctor, but a Cambridge professor is coming to see you.” Security said.

“Did he give a name?” Mordechai asks.

"Yes, young sir. He is on the list. Fletcher, Antoine Cornelius Fletcher." The security guard answered.

“Okay, send him in,” Mordechai granted.

Wanting to be presentable, he put his jacket on. He sat down in his chair, but it was too low. He had to lift his chair. Alas, he was still too short, so he had to climb up on the chair.

With seconds to spare, the security guard escorted Antione to Mordechai’s office.

“Thank you!” Mordechai obliged as the security guard shut the door behind him.

Antione was a large, muscular man with dark skin. He had to be at least 7 feet tall. He was bald but had thick brown eyebrows. He had steely blue eyes, wearing something that resembled a black catholic robe.

"Professor! How may I help you?" Mordechai asked.

With a scowl, he looked down at the young man as if he were his own son, "You did well, Mordechai. Many children in this position would falter or be afraid. Anyone would falter and be afraid." A spoke in a gravel-sounding voice.

Mordechai laughs, “Well, hard work is rather intimidating, professor.”

"I bet it is. I bet you were trained exceptionally well. To handle such situations. But to handle such chaos with the world crumbling around you."

Of course, I had to run into a psycho, Mordechai thought. But all he did was grin and bear it. For now...

"You think it's a game. But this is not a game. And if I found you, she already has!" Antione said with convicted.

“I see...” Mordechai patronizes him.

"She will hunt, catch, and kill anyone who threatens her. I have seen what she can do to her family— to the ones she claims she loves." The professor shouts. "I saw her methods of mayhem firsthand, young man."

Mordechai was concerned about being discovered but had to play it off, “I don’t understand.”

“What you have done last night was nothing more than phenomenal. Even though many creatures walk among us, only a few can be godlike. Last night, it was like our Lord and Savior hand-selected you, sent you down to heaven to stop something so sinister..." The professor looked like he was about to cry. "And hopefully, my Lord and Savior will forgive me for my actions."

Mordechai felt that his identity was compromised. Sitting back in his chair, he slowly extended his right arm.

The professor saw this and called his bluff, "I've already locked the door behind me, Dr. Zayne. If I were to kill you, one of us would die tonight. Even though I am confident in my skills, you would be the one walking out of here." Him being modest.

Mordechai was studying his behavior; he felt his naïve little kid mask slipping away from his face. Going for a fact he was made, Mordechai took baby steps into easing what the professor wanted, "I was on a bus, they were going to attack us, and we all fought back."

“You fought back as they all ran, Dr. Zayne.” The professor corrected. “We all thought it was smooth sailing thinking that your brother would be unworthy of the mantle and your mother being held prisoner in another country for superficial endeavors.”

“I’m sorry, but my mother is not being held prisoner...” Mordechai defended.

“Your mother is being held prisoner in another country for superficial endeavors,” the professor repeats.

“She is not being held, prisoner!” Mordechai emphasizes.

"Your mother is being held prisoner in another country, Dr. Zayne. The only person we know who can stop this war that will tear this world apart!" The professor yells loudly.

Then, Mordechai loses his cool as his aggressive personality is shown, "This is blackmail, professor! If you have anything to say, spit it out right now!"

“She is Lady Memento--!”

Before the professor could finish his sentence, Sylvia kicked down the door. “Mordechai, are you okay?” She asked.

"Yes, I--!" Mordechai tried to get out of his chair but accidentally fell out since it was too high. Trying to save face, he immediately got on his feet and stood tall. Knowing that he had embarrassed himself, he quickly finished his thought, "I want you to get him out of here!"

"Right. Let's go, Padre." Sylvia demanded as he grabbed him by the arm.

However, he was too strong and held his ground. He would leave, but not before sharing his final words with the young man, "I've seen many children like you with godlike potential. Don't waste the way, but at the same time, don't let it be the death of you."

But with those words, he willingly left the office.

Mordechai stood there, not scared but concerned about somebody identifying him last night. There were times he went out as an ordinary citizen, but only when he defused those bombs and saved those people from an ambush. He was all dressed up in his gear the rest of the time.