"What's happening?! Did the kid already die?!"
"S-Sir Belford."
"Gavin! What happened to the kid?! Is he dead already?!"
"N-No, sir Belford. In fact, the young challenger named Shye Crowley is doing great. He's currently trapped in the storage room fighting against what was originally more than 12,000 undead creatures, now th–"
"The creatures have killed the kid, is that what happened?!"
"S-SIR BELFORD!! PLEASE STOP SAYING SUCH OMINOUS THINGS!"
Hearing Department Head Director Belford Grant's constant pessimistic remarks, Logan, a senior officer, forgot his rank and lost control of his emotions, shouting at the highest-ranking person in his department.
"A-Ahh…p-please forgive me, s-sir Belford…'
"Hmm... No worries, I got lost in my pessimistic trance again. Good job stopping me, Senior Officer Logan. Now then, what happened to the kid? Is he de–...w-winning?"
