"Here for me?" Joseph questioned. "What do you want from me?"
"…"
—Clank!
Without answering, Ren, who was disguised as Mark, closed the door behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Finally noticing that something was amiss, Joseph took a step back. With his hands behind his back, Joseph tried to take out his communication device. Flipping the communication open, he warned.
"I don't know what's going on, but I suggest you get out right now."
"…"
Joseph's action did not go unnoticed by Ren, whose legs muscles tensed.
—Bam!
Releasing the tension, he quickly appeared before Joseph, startling him.
"Hiiik!"
With a black box in his hands, Joseph tried to dial a number, but before he could get to it, Ren had already appeared before him.
"Huek—W-what are you doing?!"
Grabbing onto Joseph's forearm, Ren clenched his hand. Joseph instantly lost all strength in his hand and the small box fell to the ground. His face paled dramatically.
"I don't know why you're doing this, but I'm warning you to sto—Huek!."
"Shut up."
—Thud!
Ren increased his grip.
Instantly, Joseph fell one knee to the ground. Glaring at Ren, Joseph raised his voice and threatened.
"What do you want from me!? You know if anything happens to me, death would be the easy way out!"
"What I want from you...?" Looking around the room, Ren lowered his head and coldly looked at Joseph. "I want two things."
"What two t—W-wait...this voice?"
Joseph abruptly stopped talking. Lifting his head up, his mouth stammered.
"T-this voice…is that you 876?"
Having spent over two months with 876, how could Joseph not recognize his voice. The color of Joseph's face bleached completely. His eyes trembled uncontrollably.
"I-t can't be? No, I must be imagining things."
Without saying anything, Ren coldly placed his hand on Joseph's throat.
"Huek!"
Placing his other hand on his face, a blue glow enveloped the room. The moment the glow dimmed down, Joseph's eyes opened widely. The monstrous scar-riddled face, Joseph would never forget such a face. It was 876.
"876!"
Like a goldfish, Joseph's mouth opened and closed repeatedly.
"Eight..eight months…how is this possible? You were faking it for so long?"
Ren silently nodded.
"H-how? It shouldn't be possible" Joseph muttered out loud. No longer caring about the hand that was gripping his throat.
"I'm sure that the serum works how cou—khu"
"Shut up." Cutting Joseph off, Ren tightened the grip of Joseph's throat.
"W-hy...!?"
—Kracka!
"Who are you?"
—BOOOOOM!
Before they knew it, an explosion rang.
Chapter end
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