The tension, which had been rising, simmering to a boiling point, plummeted at once. In its place, a cold, chilling reality knocked itself against everyone involved.
Each of the individuals here had assumed that they had the opponent in the palm of their hands, but as it appeared, they had been played like a fiddle.
Half thought the alcohol threatening to execute his liver had made him hear wrong just now. That didn't seem to be the case.
Even Ess who was mentally nerfed to the extreme by the dark whiskey obtained some semblance of soberness for a moment as he looked at Ratchet.
"…What?" he said. "Ratchet?"
Half turned to him, gaping.
Double what?
"You know him?" he said to the drunk Ess.
Twist was just as shocked as everyone else. When he brought Ratchet over, the last thing he had expected was for the bastard to immediately reveal something so atrocious.
Half glared at Ratchet.
