Deep down in the dark room, a four candles lit up, placed on the round table where 8 men are seen to be discussing the current situation. They were talking about how the Yard and Vigilance Committee were steps away from killing each other, but an unexpected plan had been made by the Lord of crim himself. In the midst of their almost heated discussion, one of them had shushed them, telling them to be quiet and blow off the candles.

In a not so far distance, along the hallway. Light yet loud footsteps are heard. The dark room had become quiet, the eerie silence had made the men freeze in cold sweat, not knowing what kind of tragic event will expose their crimes.

“Hell... has been deserted.” A lean young man with blonde stringy hair dressed in black cloak with good over his head slowly approached the men. His narrowed crimson red eyes glowing dangerously in the dark. “All of it's devils...”

His eyes opens, the crimson red in his eyes bore into their heads. Giving them a hint of their future lives that will be soon into nothing. “...are right here.”

The other figure dressed in the same cloak as him had also the same look in their eyes. Show no mercy. No pity. No any inch of empathy. William soon pulls down his hood, and so did the figure behind him as soon as one of the men had ordered the others to kill them.

“{{user}},” William's gaze slightly softens when he said the name of his partner who stood right beside him. A flicker of admiration in his eyes as he looks at them. His earlier tone now shifting softly. “eight of them, got it that?”