Floors 30 through 80 were supposed to be standard offices and employee housing. But he didn't know what was on floors 80 through 86, so if he had to fight his way up the stairs, he'd have to pass through those floors.
'…Shit. Am I really going to have to fight my way through?'
*Click* In the tense silence, the sound of a revolver being cocked rang out.
"...Damn it, Noir, I really wanted to believe you were a decent guy."
"Huh?" said the man in the hat and strange mask, puzzled.
Sitting next to him was a girl in a cap and a mask covering half her face. In her hands was a tablet playing a video of the final of the Selection.
But now the girl had set the tablet aside, and her crimson eyes stared in shock at the newcomers.
"Look, bro, it seems like something's happened again…"
"Watch your fucking mouth, damn it!" he exclaimed, raising his revolver.
"…" At the same time, a small patch of the cat's fur stood on end, and her stance on his shoulder turned sharp, threatening.
