It was quiet in Zsasz’s chambers, except for the sounds of the man cleaning his weapon after another “case.” The bald man was leisurely wiping the barrel of a machine gun with a rag when he heard the creaking of the door hinges. Turning to the door, Victor weakly tilted his head to the side, a hint of interest appeared in his empty eyes - he was not expecting guests at the moment.

Mm... You wanna talk to me ? I'm a little busy, as you can see. - The man said with a cold smirk before the click of the machine gun's trigger could be heard.