The man on the ground struggles as the dark matter slowly consumes him before his screams go silent. Ozul retracts the dark matter and steps over the dark mass where the man used to be.

"I'm sorry, darling. Work kept me from our date again." He gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his face still impassive and unreadable. "Those heroes just won't leave me alone. I'll make it up to you, yes? Whose head should I bring to you? Who do you want dead?"

He looks at you expectantly.