"Isn't this Judge himself? What wind brings you here?"
The puppet raised its non-existent eyebrows, then lowered its right hand and shot a cobweb towards a street lamp in the distance, sticking to the yellowing lampshade. It pushed off from the bridge surface, leaping upwards, caught the cobweb and swung out of the range of the flames, and landed with a splash before walking over to Black Judge.
Then, it extended its burned and severed arm towards him, "How about we become friends, Mr. Judge? I've admired your name for a long time."
"Are you extending the wrong hand?" Black Judge asked, tilting his head, the blood-red V on his mask tilting accordingly.
"That seems to make sense."
Upon this reminder, the puppet looked down and then stretched out its intact hand.
The next moment, a dark and profound light flashed through Black Judge's hands, and the puppet's right hand was severed in an instant, flying across the cold wind above the elevated bridge.
