The narrow, towering spire offered only two choices. Go up the stairs, or go down.

Above, the dolls were still pouring down in a clattering, menacing flood, while below, the B-rank Hunter stood there quietly watching Chase.

'Ha!'

No matter how aggressive he was, no matter how much he enjoyed charging straight in, that didn’t mean he was some idiot who couldn’t even read a situation. Chase grasped it instantly.

'So this is a trap?'

No, judging by the attitude from the start, it didn’t even seem like the bastard had any intention of hiding it.

But if he had really laid a trap with Chase himself as the target, that was madness.