In a lounge at City Hall in Nürburgring.
Fili was idly playing pool there by himself.
As he slammed balls into the pockets, he kept grumbling, "Damn it, I won't get the next slot either. And that selfish woman even said she'd expose me-"
His temper was fraying, and when his next shot went wide, a withered ghost hand suddenly appeared beside the ball and grabbed it, dropping it into the pocket.
The other player keeping Fili company seemed completely blind to this, applauding every ball he sank and calling it a good shot.
"Ah, Ghost Face can't hide my anomalous aura. That really makes things difficult. But at this rate, my anomaly will soon turn on me. I'm still young, and I hardly ever fight-"
Fili sighed as another ghost hand picked up the chalk and rubbed it over the tip of his cue.
"I was going to play some pool to relax, but somehow, I just feel more tired. According to those witch doctors in the Far East, do I have a kidney deficiency-?"
A ghost hand brought a glass of lemonade to his lips, letting him take a sip to calm his nerves.
"Hmph, I hope nothing goes well for you over there. Better yet, I hope you all get wiped out."
After taking his drink, Fili grumbled inwardly.
Just then, however, a familiar rumble of thunder sounded, making Fili immediately straighten up.
The Storm Lord, White Eagle's SS-Rank Ghost Tamer!
At the sound from the window, Fili wondered why he was coming through there, but quickly said, "Ah, Lord Storm, has the problem been resolved?"
Fili asked respectfully as he watched Storm walk in.
It was just a little strange. For some reason, Lord Storm had a heavy weapon on his back and two Tachi hanging