Regarding Origami Tobiichi's question—it could be answered, but simply saying it aloud would not be the best method.
All Spirits are transformed from humans.
When a human falls into extreme despair, they may attract Spirit Power…
And thus become an abnormal existence—a Spirit.
This is an undeniable fact.
Miku Izayoi was transformed this way, and so were the other Spirits. However, if this truth were told directly to Origami Tobiichi—
This girl would undoubtedly fall into deep confusion and self-doubt.
The very beings she had hated and fought against all this time… were actually just like her—of the same kind.
Rather than telling her outright, it would be better to let her come to understand it herself.
So, Haruto phrased it differently.
"Origami, between the GOC and SCP, which do you think has the correct approach?"
Origami Tobiichi fell silent at this.
In the past—Origami had always believed that terminating all anomalies was the correct path. She had opposed SCP's approach of containment and controlled interaction with anomalies instead of outright destruction.
Though she didn't hold the same contempt for the SCP Foundation as other GOC members did—
She had, until now, always firmly believed in the righteousness of the GOC's methods.
But now… she was wavering.
Haruto noticed her hesitation.
"In my view, both organizations have their reasons, at least in terms of their intentions. This world isn't just black and white—it's made of refined shades of gray. That's beyond question. So, everything and everyone has two sides. But if I had to speak on which one is doing the right thing…
I'd say the SCP is more correct."
Origami was a bit confused by this statement.
Haruto didn't explain further—he just snapped his fingers and gestured for her to follow.
The two of them arrived at an empty containment chamber within the recontainment sector.
Although marked as vacant, the chamber was still in operational status. Any access command required matching authorization.
Clearly, something important was inside.
After confirming his identity, Haruto opened the containment chamber's door.
They passed through three layers of specialized security doors before finally arriving inside the chamber.
Once they were inside, space fluctuations became immediately noticeable.
Of course, only individuals with spatial abilities could sense such things.
In fact, data parsed from Origami's personal armor contained world coordinate information.
Yes—Origami Tobiichi's parallel world already had the concept of "world coordinates."
This had taken the SCP Foundation by surprise.
But the reason was quickly uncovered—it was due to the "Spirits."
Spirit Power(Reiryoku), this anomalous trait, existed in a dimension independent of the world. When a Spirit is born, Reiryoku pulls the new Spirit into that separate space.
For a Spirit to return—or rather, to enter the world—
If they cannot properly control their Reiryoku—
It will trigger a disaster known as a "Spacequake."
A type of fluctuation in the world's barrier.
And because of these "Spacequakes," that parallel world encountered the concept of world barriers prematurely and began to research space.
Unfortunately, due to limited technological development—even for the GOC—they had only managed to determine their own world's coordinates and detect fluctuations from the Spirits' independent dimension.
And once world coordinates were acquired, it meant the SCP Foundation of the main world could access that parallel world.
That parallel reality was designated "Spirit" by the Foundation.
And now, Haruto was preparing to take Origami Tobiichi back to her parallel world to witness something.
Inside the chamber, Haruto officially opened a spatial gate leading to "Spirit."
But unlike before—this time, the gate Haruto opened resembled the kind used in "The Dragon Was Here."
The two would enter the "Spirit" world in projection form.
The benefit of this approach was that Haruto could more easily attach power to Origami. And the space fluctuation caused by entry would be smaller, making it less likely to be detected.
After all, the technological level of the "Spirit" world was still far behind.
The two stepped into the world of the Spirits.
This time, they would act as spectators—witnessing certain events.
—Spirit Parallel Reality—
The timeline was rewound to three months prior.
SCP Foundation, Site-19.
Foundation B-class personnel: Dr. Reine Murasame.
If Dr. Reine's colleagues saw what she was doing, they would surely think she had gone insane.
In truth, Reine Murasame had always acted somewhat abnormal.
But in this world, those who willingly stepped into the darkness to join the Foundation—most weren't exactly "normal" to begin with. Especially geniuses.
After all, the line between genius and madness is razor-thin.
Back to Reine.
She walked blindfolded into a containment chamber located on the fourth basement level.
She groped along the walls, slowly inching her way forward.
She was too close.
So close that she could feel the thing's breath—its heat, its tension. It was like a decrepit air blower was churning right beside her ear.
And Reine knew exactly what that thing was.
If an ordinary person had known, they'd have been consumed by fear.
Click.
The camera in Reine's hand clicked.
There was no flash.
Because if she were to see that thing—it would all be over.
No one had ever described what it looked like.
Because no one who had come this close to it… had ever made it back alive.
—Time returned to the present—
Reine was now in her apartment.
Her hands were tied behind the back of a chair, her body restrained.
In truth, her life was in danger.
A group of armed invaders had stormed into her apartment and taken her hostage. They'd bound her, blindfolded her—to prevent any information from leaking.
But really, these intruders acted without a care in the world.
They lounged freely on her sofa.
The man in charge even lit a cigarette and puffed leisurely. After taking a deep drag and exhaling the smoke—
This man…
A tall white male, muscular, with a distinct scar across his face.
He had a thick beard, and his hair was slicked back with gel—like a tough guy straight out of a movie.
"Dr. Reine Murasame, you've wasted an hour of my time already. Frankly, we both know what the next step in this interrogation is. And it's not a pleasant one. So, to avoid that—stop pretending to be clueless and tell me the storage location of the SCP-610 sample."
This man had a mechanical voice modulator hanging from his neck—but he didn't bother to use it.
The invader had already smoked three cigarettes during the interrogation.
After a moment of silence—
Reine spoke.
"How long has it been since you returned to GOC headquarters? You probably haven't even heard the news yet. The Berlin Anti-Anomaly Weaponization Agreement has already been signed. Didn't your past failures knock any sense into your skull?"
Her voice was ice cold.
Even with voice modulators, she could still guess who they were.
Because aside from the GOC, no other organization would conduct such blatant anti-human operations.
"Hold her arm!"
The lead agent ordered.
The next moment, Reine's arm was pulled up.
A sharp knife slashed across her skin, blood trickling down her fingers—dripping onto the floor with a soft drip drip drip.
This was a tried-and-true torture method used by these agents.
They knew that ordinary pain and suffering couldn't break SCP Foundation personnel. These lunatics had an inhuman tolerance for pain.
But being blindfolded and feeling your blood slowly draining?
That kind of psychological torment struck directly at the brain.
That was the real reason for covering her eyes.
They didn't care if their faces were seen.
Rinne struggled to maintain her composure, but her body trembled slightly. One GOC agent dipped his finger into her blood and smeared it across her cheek.
"Agreements… are just paper. And this one hasn't even been formally announced or implemented. I doubt the Kremlin Senate is eager to push it forward too soon.
Besides… maybe you still don't get it—
That's all just paper. Power has never been in ink and signatures.
Dr. Reine… maybe it's time I gave you a lesson—
A lesson about power."