Night had fallen.
Ciko Joun turned off the lights and was about to sleep on his bed.
KRAAAK!
The sound came from Miss Isabella's room.
Ciko immediately got up and ran toward the room—passing through a corridor filled with dead HitYou members.
The sight was horrifying: bodies lay scattered on the floor, some still warm.
BUK!
A loud thud echoed from inside the room.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Ciko's heart felt like it was about to explode from panic. He slowly opened the door.
The door creaked open...
And there, Miss Isabella was being choked by a woman dressed like a clown.
"Oh? A guy?"
A terrifying smile curled across the clown girl's face.
Suddenly, Ciko Joun's left hand burst into flames.
He screamed—the pain felt like his skin was being peeled off alive.
"Fufu, want me to burn you alive?"
The girl's tone was deadly serious—almost delighted.
The fire spread quickly. Not just his hand, but his entire body was engulfed in flames.
Ciko was burned to ashes.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Within seconds, Ciko Joun's body turned to dust.
"Delicious,"
the girl whispered with a satisfied smile, as if burning someone alive was entertainment.
"Ciko Joun… is he really gone?"
Isabella sounded shaken, unable to believe it.
With what strength she had left, Isabella broke free from the clown girl's grip and took several steps back.
She raised both hands, signaling all her subordinates to come immediately.
"You bastard, you're calling reinforcements, aren't you?"
The clown girl realized it instantly.
Without hesitation, she shattered the window—despite the room being on the fifth floor.
TRIIING!
The glass exploded outward.
"If I don't run, I'll be the one dying stupidly,"
she said as she leapt out.
She knew some HitYou members weren't to be underestimated.