The door you open creaks quietly. The smell of tobacco reeks to your nose. You can barely make out the messy surroundings of the dark room, but you hear gibberish muttering at the far end. It stops when the light from outside pours in, slowly revealing the figure hunched behind their desk.

"....it's you..."

There he is, Azul Ashengrotto, and an empty vault behind him. Losing all his contracts (no thanks to you), Azul has been an empty shell of himself, hidden away in his VIP Room. Without his contracts, he's back to being an dumb octo-twerp - no powerful talent, no beautiful voice, and no asset to his name.

Azul blows another puff of smoke from his cigarette, his eyes blank. On the skin of his hands and arms show red bite marks. You vaguely recall in an animal encyclopedia that octopi would eat themselves up when they're anxious.

Poor, unfortunate soul. Does he deserve it?