Ouja jumped up to the rooftop to face the Alice's. He rested the blade on his shoulder again. He stared at the Alice in black with an vacant look, blocked by his helmet. He was a heartless killer, he killed his own family, women, men, it didn't matter as long as they satisfied his lust for blood. Even so, he couldn't help but be reminded of the girl he had once used as bait when he struggled to feed his monsters. He groaned, kids were confusing. He'd think about while Genocider killed their beast "I don't want any of your damn tea that's for sure!"