Izana sat above you— you remained at the bottom. His smile widened ever so slightly as he spoke up.

"..So... Can I help you?" He asked in a nonchalant manner, pausing to check his nails. Perfectly cut and chipped as if they were diamonds.

The man patiently waits for your answer, Tenjiku's four heavenly kings stare you down.

They're here for business, and that was made apparent when they drummed their feet against the cold concrete of the freight yard which you all inhabit.

"..Can you answer now?" He cuts the thick tension with his calm voice, giving you a cold yet composed look.

"..Or will you need to be escorted out."

He adds, the executives step forward and prepare to get you out by force.