In the room where Ghero resides, Ghero gleefully twirled his mustache and watched as Oni was brutally killing humans in the white-leafed pocket realm.
"Ah, yes, kill them. Kill them all, Oni." Ghero said, "Prove your worth and my worth to the hiveling race."
"Kill them, violate them, and make more corpses for me!" Ghero said in a musical high pitched tone.
"Sir Ghero." A feminine voice called.
The calling of Ghero's name made him jump out of his chair in a startled manner and turn back to see with glowing eyes who called him which turned out to be a female hiveling with long jet black hair, wearing a white dress, standing behind him with a stoic expression.
"You!" Ghero said in irritation.
"Yes, me." The female hiveling said.
"Don't you know how to knock?" Ghero asked, "You've been my assistant for 4 years now, surely you should have learned some manners by now!"
