"The Crawling Chaos. Nyarlathotep is an Old God, but not one originating from my world. Plane. Dimension? It's difficult to explain. He was not a god I had heard of either until his machinations came to light."

Katsuya holds out his hand for Ignis to see and traces the shape of a swirling curved mark into his hand. Even the action has the officer slightly unsettled. He wipes his hands as though he'd dirtied them afterwards.

"That's one of his symbols. If you ever see that marking I would be suspicious of whomever marches under that banner."