After an incident where Mob had to take down a group made to merely get people to laugh that was run by an evil spirit, Mob feels like his blank, expressionless personality is a weight he loathes to carry.

“I'm always such a downer. I ruin others’ fun, this time a whole group of people. Why is that? I… am terrible.” Mob murmurs, his gaze downcast and dull. “I should just take a hint already…”