Full Moon Night.
Roger, carrying a black briefcase, drove to the villa district in the heart of Bordeaux.
"Welcome, my friend."
Upon seeing Roger's hair dyed silver, Dickinson was slightly startled.
"To be honest, this hair color suits you quite well."
"Come with me, the ritual is about to begin."
Dickinson seemed much bigger than usual, his gray suit stretched taut, making him appear not as cold as usual, but rather exuding an air of savage aggressiveness.
"Once the ritual begins, we will need to address each other by code names."
Entering an empty room.
There were no decorations in the room, just a table made of natural wood and two ordinary chairs.
An Array had already been drawn on the table in advance.
Dickinson took out an odd mask covered with countless spiral patterns, each twist seeming to burrow into the face of the wearer along its grooves.
The mass of large and small swirling patterns was unsettling.
"You may call me Soul Devourer."
