Fight at Hell's Asylum -part six-

Back in the asylum, Clara, the young white-haired man, and Mengele were facing a huge brown man.

"Per orders from the doctor, you three must go back to your rooms, now" Said Number one.

Clara looked at the man with a serious expression, unlike before, she didn't have drool on her lips, as for why this was happening, the answer was simple.

"Previously, I was looking at prey, now, I am looking at the hunter" Though Clara.

"What is your answer?" Asked Number one.

"I…" Clara didn't say anything.

"…" Mengele also didn't say anything.

The young white-haired man looked at both and sighed.

"To be honest, I also don't want to get myself more involved… but…" The eye of the young man glowed.

"If we don't get the cane… death won't even be a choice" He added.

Clara and Mengele swallow, they remember the face of Chrono/Alfonso aka god.

They couldn't help but shiver.

"We don't have a choice" Said Clara.