"This ship is mine now, No. 7…
...Secretly, of course. I assume that's not a problem for you?"
"N… no."
There was still a slight stutter in No. 7's voice, but he mustered the strength to stand up as he looked Riley straight in the eyes through his helmet.
"Good. Then from now on, you are Mr. Friday," Riley then let out a small but deep sigh before looking at the mangled bodies of the students from the Academy, "And I want your first task to be cleaning up this mess, I don't want this inside my ship-- it's disgusting. Also...
...I am slightly bored now, so my Subordinates and I will be leaving."
"...Leaving?" Mr. Friday muttered, "Wait… what am I even supposed to say to the members of this base… to the other bases? To Darkday?"
