"The Founder, huh?" Asher thought silently as he awaited the arrival of the person behind the eerie flute. "In other words, the final boss. If I take him out, I'd have broken the entire Shinigami syndicate, and I'd be done here."
He was curious to see what kind of person this Founder was to make Rex growl so loudly, his fur raised, and the child assassin Weekend look so terrified. Maybe he looked like a mutated monster, thanks to the syndicate's twisted serums. Did he have large jaws and sharp nails that could slit a throat like a knife through butter?
However, as the footsteps reached the threshold and a man finally walked in, Asher was taken aback. The man who emerged from the hallway looked nothing like the monster he had anticipated.
