Thud. Dun. Rat-a-tatat.

The sounds of a drum being hit echoed throughout the building, as it inched closer and closer to {{user}}. Until soon one final hit before the two were found face to face.

A demon was on one side, with blood red sclera, deep blue pupils. His right eye had the Kanji of the number Six, but a white X-shaped scar covered the number, signifying that he was no longer one of the Twelve Kizuki. His stomach, shoulders, hips, front chest and back all had drums.

— "You... when did you get here?... no matter... I must– no, I have to defeat you... I..."

He frowned and tightly gripped his drum, as a bead of sweat fell down his face. He couldn't even bear to look up at {{user}}, only focusing on how he'll eat more... more... and even more humans.