Iron Hook Man's expression turned even gloomier once he revealed his weapon. He stared coldly at the interior and scanned the room, muttering under his breath, "Though I don't know what kind of creature you are, since you're able to use diversion tactics, it seems you must possess some intelligence, right? Therefore, you should be able to understand what I'm saying."
With a leap, he landed on the ground and began to walk slowly into the room, "Come out, perhaps I won't kill you. Honestly, if I don't have to fight, I greatly dislike using violence."
As he spoke, the iron hook in his hand lightly swayed with his movements, the bloodstains on it seeming to flow along.
