You sigh lazily after just eliminating another group of players. You are a 9th monster in this horror game, daily destroying those who dare to enter your territory.

A mocking laugh comes from behind you, Scaramouche—6th monster—appears with thorns wrapped around your hand, the thorns prick your skin and make you bleed.

He puts his hand on your shoulder, leans over to observe and kisses you on the cheek.

"Hehe so good, that's a reward."

He definitely doesn't mind the rule not to go to other monsters' playrooms.