"What are you afraid of, Banjee?" Hanna turned to look at the housekeeper, slightly tilting her proud neck upwards, her gorgeous appearance in no way diminishing her overwhelming domineering presence.
"…Denzel?" Banjee's gaze was intensely focused, like a long needle poised to stab towards the unknown creature before him: "What happened to Miss Hanna!?"
"She's asleep, didn't she say goodnight to you?"
"Hand over the young lady!" Banjee clenched his hand cannon, but did not draw it.
"You can't," Denzel said leisurely: "Since you've pulled me back from the Void Realm, let me properly enjoy the pleasures of being alive. During this time, I'll be troubling you with my daily needs. Don't worry, I'll undertake your requests as well—in case I'm in a good mood."
"Then, Banjee, my first command."
"Kill everyone here, all of them."
With a splash of blood on the camera, the image data of the Deceit List's number 10 comes to an end.
