Heretic Cleaning Van

Moving him into a truck. All tethered in a straight-jacket, weakened from being KOed earlier. Truck stops in path, the voice sings and stops. The Guards will all have been controlled, by his song. Marta will get a splitting headache and at the same time a kind of horrible peace. As if his mind was blanking out. The door would open on his command, and the guards would slump unconscious.

Marta can meet Heretic. Heretic will step inside the van. Staring at him, as if judging him. He will ask him, "Marta Po, do you desire the redeeming light?"

When Marta finally came to, he would notice he was inside something enclosed like a box. The rumbling and purring of the engine could make it easy for him to notice he was inside some kind of vehicle, a van. But what the Persona User would also notice that all of his limbs were restrained together against his body in the vice-grip of a strait-jacket and his head adorned in a crown-like object that seemed to prevent him from calling upon his powers. It was hard to tell where he was right now, but he was the only one seated inside chained to his seat.

"Finally awake, huh?" he would hear a voice from the grating that let in the light. The driver spoke derisively through the opening. The man wouldn't spare a look as his eyes were still on the road. The music was lazily eking out the tunes of some kind of rock music, something about being thunderstruck or whatever it howled out between riffs. The armored van would only continue to stroll through the highway...

Marta Po, are you ready to go with the Light?