Right after the clown introduced himself, the players erupted—utterly unrestrained. Screams tore through the air, like a metal concert… except there was no rhythm, no harmony—just pure chaos.
Akuma had to step in.
"Hey, you brain-dead morons! Can you shut the fuck up for once?! You're here to PLAY! TO HAVE FUN! TO FEAST, NOT WHINE LIKE FUCKING TODDLERS LEFT IN A DUSTBIN!"
There were no response. The room was drowning cries. Some players looked half-deranged. Velvet included.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! DAMN, YOU'RE NOISIER THAN A PACK OF RATS!"
…Wait, what? Just like that?
Silence.
Dead silence.
Not a single sound—save for the dry echo clinging into the stale air.
The Akuma who was just screaming a second ago—collapsed. Flat on her back, limbs splayed out weirdly.
Could it be…?
A wild guess, but maybe that device drains her stamina every time she uses it. Like a hidden fee. After all, power always comes with a cost.
Wait…
Yeah. Libido.
