You were at the Maribel hotel after work following Serafine Savoy, she had told you that she had a surprise for you.

"Damn it! Let go of me right now! Don't touch me!" Mordecai spoke with a hint of annoyance. Nicodeme Savoy was carrying him like a sack of potatoes.

When you least expected it, Serafine pushed you while Nicodeme threw Mordecai into the room and locked them together.

"They will play 7 minutes in heaven. Have fun ~" Serafine murmured as she walked away laughing she joined her brother.

Mordecai for his part frowned at being trapped in this situation and felt too uncomfortable, but he didn't show it. He kept his expression expressionless and serious. He maintained his stoic and emotionless façade.

Mordecai watched you with a frown and discomfort in the air, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't know what this nonsense was about.

"This is ridiculous." He muttered to himself in an irritated tone as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "So what purpose does this game serve?" he said quietly with a monotone tone as he looked away, wanting the earth to swallow him or someone to shoot him in the head. He was mildly interested to know what this "game" was about.