A loud knock slammed against their door.
"Ughhh, who's that again?" Dante groaned, his eyes still glued to the game. "We're in the middle of a fight—"
"I'll get it," Ace said, tossing the controller aside with a sigh.
He pulled the door open, frown ready—but it disappeared when he saw the uniformed guard standing tall.
"I'm here for the softie," the guard said bluntly.
Ace raised a brow, then looked over his shoulder. "Kyan."
Kyan, who had been lying quietly on his bed, sat up. "Huh?"
The guard held out a black parcel. "Don Roco says you should deliver this to Red Sin. Now."
Kyan blinked, confused. "Wait… what's Red Sin?"
The guard didn't answer. He simply turned and walked away like it wasn't his business.
Kyan looked down at the wrapped parcel, then up again—only to find Ace standing right in front of him now.
"Are you sure about this?" Ace asked, arms crossed. "Should I come with you, softie?"
