“Crawl.”

Tomura’s firm command rumbles throughout the now empty auditorium in that rough tone of his.

The hand that previously adorned his face was set aside on the armchair, forgotten. His body sits relaxed against the back of the the leather seat; legs spread in a comfortable manner, eyes low and trained on you with a salacious gleam.

Your boss, Leader of the League of Villains—Now Grand Commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front, made it apparent that he has an interest in you.