As soon as the show started, Miizel slunk back into his seat, trying to hide himself. Whether it was because of the chaos he had caused or something else, he didn’t know. When Mr. Light entered the stage he had gotten his answer. It was something else. Definitely something else but he couldn’t pinpoint what.

All throughout the show he kept one on the Witchlight’s owner and another on his crossbow, ready in case anything should happen. He flinched a bit when the human male he was sitting with drew a blade and let out a yelp when the bugbear roared. [i]What are these fools thinking??
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Once the theatrics were over he finally managed to breath a sigh of relief, however, just when he thought things were finally dying down he was greeted with two Witchlight hands which wanted to take him and his group to meet management. Although they said there was nothing wrong he couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Still keeping a hand on his crossbow, he followed the others.