Shin stared at the row of fearful and expectant faces. They all looked the same to him. Boring, ordinary faces that didn't disappear in a crowd—they WERE the crowd. The only unusual feature on them was the haunted look that all these people shared, but it was another thing they all shared.
Demons in general had more individuality to them, but even they, when put together, turned into a gray mass.
"First, tell me your names, your powers, and how many Verses you have. I don't care if a demon tells me this or their Contractor," he said.
Since he killed Yozo and his companion, and another Contracted pair was killed by Inaho himself, out of the seven original subordinates were left only four. Two more people were separate—the not Contracted man and demon.
For a moment, tense silence stretched as no one dared to speak first. Finally, Shin had to point a finger at the rightmost Contracted person. "Well? You first."
