"First of all," the invisible man fiddled with the pistol in his hand,"What's up with you?"

He pointed at Uyama with a smug face," You're seriously the weirdest guy I've met."

Uyama looked away for a while, scratching his beard.

"...Hey weirdass!" The invisible man growled.

Uyama finally redirected his attention back to the man.

"Sorry, I was just taking the time to see the truth in what you said," Uyama shifted his imaginary glasses to the top of his nose," According to my gatherings, the personal reason you're here is to release your pent-up anger. You felt unappreciated, but I think like only a few people feel that way."

"What..." The man clenched his fist," What the hell are you talking about now?!"

"Say," Uyama put his hands in his coat pockets,"Do you feel like you're better than others?"

"What the fu-"

"Think about it! Do you feel like in your current position, you're better than others?"

The invisible man chewed his lip in silence.

Uyama lowered his chin,"What I really think is, you need to find your path in life. I don't know what the Purgatory Coupe does or what your goal is, but from my gatherings, you're just misguided."

"What's up with this therapy bullshit?"

"I just know the truth of your situation, so I'm concerned!" Uyama gasped.

"Concerned?" The man waved the gun around," You're concerned?! I have you at fuckin' gunpoint, dumbass!"

Uyama took his hands out of his pockets and sighed," So, what's your goal in life? What do you want to do the most?"

The man's pose got more aggressive, "Get rid of the damn government! There's too much bullshit we gotta go through for them to be asshats to us!"

Uyama stopped to think for a moment, scratching his beard again, tapping his foot.

"Hm, sounds about half true."

The man furrowed his eyebrows.

"You want revenge on a specific someone, for what he did when you were younger. Not even much younger, actually. Only happened about 3 years ago."

Realizing what he did, the man grabbed his own hair," Oh man..."

Uyama noticed his frustration and thought, Shouldn't have taken your eyes off of me, Kuro.

Uyama threw two small balls at his forehead. Kuro winced and snapped back at Uyama.

"Wha-" Kuro coughed as he noticed that smoke had filled the room.

He covered his mouth as he looked around only to sight a fist coming straight at him.

"BAM!" 

Kuro's head was hit against the wall from the punch, and he was knocked out instantly.

Uyama peeled Kuro's unconscious eyes open to make sure he was knocked out, then placed a rug over his face. He ran to open the windows in the apartment building.

As the smoke dissipated outside, he went back to the living room.

He looked around to see the state of the room.

"Oh boy, do I have some cleaning to do." He laughed and noticed the two men collapsed on the ground.

He froze in place," Oh..."

Tapping his thighs with his fingers, he muttered, "Oh shit."

Back at the Knox Stadium, the show was finally coming to an end.

Omega was drifting in and out of what he thought would be a coma, while Enjō took out a notepad from his pocket.

Enjō reached over to Omega and shook him by the shoulder. Omega groaned as he rubbed his face.

"Cmon! We gotta go see him when he comes out!" He yelped as he got up and started walking outside of the stadium.

"Huh..?" Omega groaned again, but then noticed Enjō leaving,"Ah!"

As they made their way outside, they could see the exit where Spade Mask was coming out from. Enjō threw his hands in the air, above the other fans looking to get an autograph. Omega tried to follow him, but the blinding flashes of cameras blurred his vision, as he was pushed around.

Enjō made his way to the front of the crowd and yelled at the top of his lungs," SPAAAAAAAAAAAAADE!"

The crowd became silent and stared at Enjō, and Spade Mask turned his head toward him.

"Oh..." Spade Mask murmured behind the mask.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone.

After looking at it for a while, he motioned for him to come over.

Enjō gasped and gripped his hoodie,"Ah! Ah! Ah!".

He giddily ran over to him. After Spade Mask looked at him for a while, he grinned and showed him his phone.

"Ah! Ah! Is that- Is that your phone number?!" Enjō yelped

"What?! No fair!" The people in the crowd moaned.

Enjō immediately brought out his phone and copied the number to his phone.

"Now make sure nobody sees that, and I'll call you later,"

As Spade Mask turned around, he quickly whispered in his ear," And when I get in the car, take off. Unless you wanna get trampled".

Enjō, still in shock, responded," Uh...yeah! Of course!"

As Spade Mask got in the car and the bodyguards left, Enjō ran off out of the crowd.

"Hey! Get back here! Lemme see your phone!" The crowd started to run behind him.

Enjō looked around and saw Omega squatted on the sidewalk,"Heeeeeey! Get up!"

Omega's body jolted up as he looked behind Enjō," Enjō, what in the world did you do?"

Enjō looked back to see that they were catching up to him, and fast.

Turbo mode... activated! He cockily thought.

He started taking off at full speed, and as he approached Omega he wrapped his arm around him and threw him over his shoulder.

"We don't.... have time... bro!" Enjō sharply inhaled.

Enjō ran and ran with Omega--who had passed out over his arm--until he stopped in an alleyway.

The crowd's yells softened and Enjō was reassured that they were finally safe. He gasped for air as he let down Omega and leaned him against the wall.

"Phew," Enjō put his hands on his head," Well that was somethin',"

As Enjo's train of thought came back to him, he finally realized.

Hold on...I'm missing somethin'.

As he was delving further into thought, his phone rang. Enjō subconsciously picked it up," Yeah?"

"'Yeah?' You remember who you're talkin' to here, man?"

Enjō stared blankly at the wall with his other hand on his hip,"Oh. Oh!"

"God damnit! The groceries!" Enjō facepalmed himself as he fell to his knees.

Spade Mask stuttered through the phone," The-the groceries?"

"The groceriiiiiiiiies!" He screeched into the heavens.