"I'm sorry too!"
"Who's in charge?"
I walk up to the kneeling guy with my mask on.
The thug in the generator room looks at the short guy.
"So it's you!"
The short guy looks at me in fear, "You'll regret this."
"Regret? That word isn't in my dictionary."
"Don't you know how powerful we are?" the short guy says in terror.
"Really? Tonight I killed 53 of you, all by myself!"
"Oh shit, you're the demon, the reaper of Tanzande." The short guy's body shakes, he didn't expect that the demon he spoke of is standing right before him.
WHAT?
Duke turns his head to me, "You've got another title?"
"Reaper? I like it!" I draw my pistol, press it against the short guy's forehead, and turn my head towards the thug in the generator room.
He seems to sense my gaze.
The thug awkwardly smiles, "Sorry sir. Can you forgive my impudence?"
"Then what do you need to say?"
"Thank you!"
I move my arm, pull the trigger, bang bang!
