Fenrir didn't break his stride, but his eyes flicked sideways for a moment, narrowing slightly as he caught the scammer's words.
"Executioner of the ninth floor,"
He murmured.
The scammer, noticing this subtle reaction, jumped on the opportunity like a starving wolf finding scraps. He darted a few steps closer, his voice a little too eager.
"Yeah, yeah, I can see you're interested now."
He said, trying to sound calm but visibly sweating.
"See, unlike the floors you've been through so far, the ninth isn't just another trial. It's a prison. They stuck a real monster down there. Not a beast or a summoned creature. A real, living nightmare."
Fenrir said nothing, but his silence was different this time—less dismissive, more thoughtful.
The scammer continued, encouraged.
