"What?! Ugh! No!" After hearing the weirdo's declaration, blonde Yang Xiaolong immediately grew tense, shaking her head repeatedly. "If there's no cake and orange soda, I'll die."
"Calm down, Yang. He only said he'd wipe out all the desserts. He didn't say anything about drinks." Blake, the black-haired cat-eared girl, spoke in the standard flat tone of an emotionless girl, calming her teammate down.
"Oh." Yang tilted her head and began to weigh whether she could survive in a world with only soda and no cake.
But the nasty weirdo in black shattered her dream, saying sinisterly:
"You reminded me. If you don't play a game with me, I'll destroy all the soda too!"
As though she had seen that cruel scene, the blonde girl immediately took a step back, as if she had suffered a devastating blow.
That was not all. The weirdo turned to the cat-eared girl and said, "I know every one of you, Blake. Your favorite food is tuna dishes, right? Play the game, or say goodbye to dried fish. Your choice."
"!!!" The emotionless girl's catlike pupils shook violently. Even someone as clever and calm as her fell into panic.
It was not simply because of the food threat. The crucial thing was that this weirdo felt too dark, like the very concept of "fear" itself. Just looking at him made terror uncontrollably rise from the depths of her heart.
Though his threats to destroy food sounded absurd, her Faunus instincts told her that the weirdo before her could truly do exactly as he said.
After striking at the team's strategist, the villain Deathstroke turned to the silver-haired girl. Weiss was still doing her best to maintain her young-lady image, though her small hands hidden behind her back were trembling a little.
"Yes, young lady.