Lance tired himself out by thinking so much, he was drenched in sweat and on the way to take a shower in a house where someone just died, he took a glance at himself in the mirror.
He saw a head full of shoulder-length black hair, combined with that he was 29 this year he did take care of his face properly. He looked handsome enough, remembering Doom's new face, his face can't even compare.
The most eye-catching point on Lance's face was his dark circles. Mother! There's a ghost in the mirror!
After taking a shower, Lance moved to the sofa in the living room and sat down, he didn't see Doom here, he must be in the home owner's room going through his identity now.
Who knows why Doom wants to kill people, which kind of people he chooses to kill, or how he kills them. I don't know his likes or dislikes and I have no way to approach him. I feel like both my eyes are shrouded in pitch-darkness.
For a killer, there must be some things that are considered normal for others, but maybe not for a killer.
Lance didn't know what that thing might be for Mr. Killer Doom, so there was a good chance that he might accidentally stumble upon it and trigger him to explode and kill this old father.
Lance saw that Doom came out of the master bedroom, so he coughed twice and asked, "Baby Doom, are we leaving soon? I think we should go back to the game center and get you back into the game."
Lance knew that devil's like Doom wouldn't agree but he needed to start a conversation.
The Doom answered, "No."
Lance couldn't stop pacing, "Why?"
The devil Doom explained, "This is the first time I've been in such a modern world. I've lived in another world until you summoned me here, into that thing you call 'game'.
Lance said, "You're joking, you were conscious from the very beginning...!"
Devil Doom turned his head and didn't speak.
Lance roared, "Mother! Are you some kind monster from another world and not an NPC who unexpectedly awakened!?"
Doom remained silent.
Lance grabbed onto the pillow and started tearing holes in it. "What a huge piece of tragic news."
He felt like he could faint and fly to the sky at any time, "Without you telling me, how will I know your name?" I've been calling a living person from another world, Baby Doom, Lance buried his face into the hole ridden pillow in his hands.
Doom responded, "It's Asmodeus."
Lance went berserk, "Asmodeus my ass!"
"You won't even tell your real name, but you say it's Asmodeus the crazy man who killed seven husbands of his crush? You're playing me!"
The Devil Doom repeated, "That's not me, I am Asmodeus."
Lance was occupied venting when suddenly, he heard what Doom said.
Asmodeus...Asmodeus...this guy probably came from some old era...!