"Knock, knock, knock-knock-knock—!"
The knocking sound made the survivors hiding in the warehouse shudder. From outside came a creepy voice, "Little lambs, stay quiet for a while. Hurry up and open the door for Daddy. Daddy can't wait to taste your souls!"
The hunt continued. Compared to the lower-class people of the First Special District, demons found joy in the members of the Ministry of Justice—they felt despair and fear, and with a little "cooking," their souls would become deliciously juicy.
"Three of you are still hiding inside."
The demons were just on the other side of the door, offering a deal to the desperate judges, "Let's make a deal. As long as you take out the other two, the remaining one can leave this café safely."
"Don't fall for it, it's a trap!"
The elder judge shouted sharply, "Even if we die, we will never turn on each other! Isn't that right?"
