"You... aren't going to get away with this...!"
A man tied up to the chair growled horribly while staring at Cranberry with eyes filled with murderous intent.
It should be the same beautiful man that they already saw amongst the group of the Envy people, but now, thanks to the help of the concocted Death's ichor, he was forced to turn back into his real self.
Instead of complete beauty, it was a rather sad look.
The man was short and terribly skinny, he had dark bags under his eyes, sunken cheeks and buckled teeth, and a large wart right beneath his chin that made him look almost like a chicken.
He didn't seem old but there was barely any hair on his head already.
While still wearing the fancy clothes he had on in his handsome muscular form, he looked like a scarecrow that had been dressed up for some failed prank.
"Graough. (Oh, he shrunk.)"
Zombie grunted casually with a shrug.
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