Against a vast rocky canyon under drifting clouds, a voice proposes the deal: "ONCE WE RETURN TO REALITY, WE'LL COLLECT THE REWARD FROM BATTERA AND SPLIT IT WITH YOU." Another adds, "WE'LL COMPLETE THE GAME IN EVERYONE'S PLACE." The offer hangs: "AGREEABLE?" On the left, Tsezugera, spiky-haired and wearing glasses, counters the suspicion. "WEREN'T YOU TARGETING US FOR ELIMINATION?" "HOW CAN WE TRUST YOU?" he is asked. He replies firmly, "AS PROOF, TSEZUGERA HAS ALREADY CHANGED THE GAME. YOU CAN VERIFY THIS. WE'VE CHANGED OUR MIND." A smaller figure in the distance watches as the response comes: "I GUESS YOU'RE RIGHT. BUT THAT'S NOT ENOUGH PROOF FOR US TO TRUST YOU. WE KNOW HE LEFT." Gon, black spiky hair and wide eyes, stares intently. Tsezugera leans in, voice low and threatening: "YOU WANNA DIE?" "SO, DO YOU WANT TO DO?" His face fills the final panel, eyes narrowed behind cracked glasses, hand gripping a pipe-like object as he snarls, "OR ELSE YOU DIE!" and "CUT THE BULLSHIT AND GIVE US THE CARDS."