"...wake up..." I heard a deafening sound, and with an alarming mind, I shot up, sitting straight, my vision still hazy. But once I saw the blurry mess of black hair and blue clothes, I rubbed my eyes, laying back down and mumbling, "Two more minutes, mister killer."

"DO I LOOK LIKE A JOKE TO YOU?" V shrieked in my ear, and I cringed due to the high volume of his batman voice.

"What...?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes again like a baby. He sighed in annoyance, placing his hands by his waist and turning away, walking towards the dining table. Must be hungry?

You're not you when you're hungry. Grab a snickers.

And what I thought was hunger turned out to be anger, since he literally flipped the table over, making all the crockery on it fall down to the ground and shatter into pieces. I closed my ears with my hands, now wide awake.

And boy, did it take me a while to realize why he was so angry. Of course, I had forgotten previous night's drama, thanks to my sleepy state.

"Oh, shit," I muttered as he walked towards me, his eyes displaying white fury. Instinctively, I shifted backward on my sofa I was sitting on.

V sat down in front of me, dangerously calm, and then barked, "WHAT ON EARTH WENT THROUGH YOUR MIND?"

"Stuff, I guess."

"Ugh! Do you even know who I am?! One of the biggest names in the underworld, and you get away with such a simple deed?"

"That was kinda your fault, because, like, girl power won."

"Shut up!" he abruptly stood up, making me stand up as well. His hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and strains on his forehead.

Guess I really screwed up this time, oof.

"I'm sorry?" I muttered, and he humorlessly chuckled.

"And sorry is going to make it up?" he asked, "Why did I even think of handling you by myself. I should've called Jimin to live here, but oh, well."

"Who's Jimin?"

"My ally- why am I telling you this?"

"Because I asked, dumbo."

"What did you call me?" he narrowed his eyes at me in an intimidating manner.

"Dumbo, duh! What else do I call you? Tillu?" I said in a 'duh' tone, and he sighed, shaking his head.

"You confuse me," he muttered, walking off.

"Well, of course, I do! I'm a legend, okay?" I called after him, and hearing him shush me down, I tip-toed to him, who was trying his best to stand straight like a Madame Tussauds' statue.

"I think you're a wax statue, bruh," I spoke, reaching him, and he slammed a hand on my mouth.

I struggled to get his ultra-large hand off my face, and before I could protest, he held my arm and took me with him to the window near the entrance of the house, and pushing away the curtain just enough for us to peek through, we watched cars stopping by the house.

The cars got roughly halted before the door, and out came weirdly dressed people in black with... machine guns?

WHAT THE FRICKITY FROCK?

THEY HAVE MACHINE GUNS!

"Am I going to die today?" I whispered to V, and he motioned me to keep my mouth shut. I obeyed him, and as the last car stopped, I saw a short-heightened man exiting the black sedan.

And from the other door of the same sedan came out Yuki.

"Yu-" I started to scream, but my mouth got shut again when V's hand came slapping back on it.

"Did you hear that? They're inside, I think," one of the men with machine guns spoke to the short-heightened man (who honestly looked like a swaggy little cat), and he raised his hand, motioning them to attack.

Guess I really screwed up again, oof.