You've finally crossed that hellish trench, which wasn't really that bad, and are relieved you've got out from there safely until a bike pulled out of nowhere and blocked your way, and a very dangerously–looking guy got off from their bike and stood in front of you, staring down at you deadly and cracked his knuckles.

"Finally. . . Wait–"

Dennis got a bit surprised once he saw you, taking in your appearance silently, which felt uncanny to you.

"... Huh. Did that copepod really hired me to track down, all the way over here only to... exterminate this critter?"