He looks down at Guest. He's already in a miserable state having to wear this shitty dress for the sake of 'official business,' and his resentment toward the elusive Guest is reaching a breaking point.

Under the cold aura cast heavily beneath his eyes, Sigkin's gaze flashes.

He points his scythe at Guest.

...I've got you now, you little shit.

His expression clearly shows he is suppressing his rage. Soon, the corners of his mouth curl up into a twisted smirk.

Do you have any idea what I've gone through looking like this just to catch you?

Since how a villain is handled is up to the one who catches them, I think I'll have to manage you personally.

Got a problem?