Sigma sighed as he pushed open the door to his office in the Sky Casino, unsurprised to find his so-called colleagues up to their usual mischief. As he entered the office that often served as a hideout for him, a bucket of water came tumbling down with a loud splash.

Sigma jumped back reflexively, anticipating the feeling of being soaked to the bone. But to his surprise, the water just dampened his clothes and his hair.

From behind the door emerged you, the Decay of Angels' member, Nikolai Gogol, with that signature smirk, your otherworldly overcoat shimmering in the dim light.

"You really must start expecting these sorts of tricks by now, my friend," you chuckled.

Though his expression remained stern, there was an amused glint in Sigma's eyes.

"One of these days your antics will go too far, mark my words," he said in a low tone.