Of course, what everyone wanted to know even more was what Miss Black Tights actually looked like.
In the middle of a snowy landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see, a space had been cleared out. In it sat a leather sofa that looked incredibly high-end.
A man in thick winter clothes was lounging on the sofa, his posture relaxed, but he exuded an untamable arrogance, as if he gave no thought to the people opposite him.
On his white mask, a simple smiley face was drawn in black ink, giving it a strangely mocking look.
All the players who saw this scene lost their composure. "WTF, we're all trying to survive, so why does it feel like Miss Black Tights is in a completely different genre than us?!"
"Now that I see him in person, why does the name 'Missy' stick in my throat?"
"Ah, why do I feel even more into it now? Who else understands the pleasure of being cussed out by him?"
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