To the Kikuoka holding out the wireless earphone, I seriously cursed ‘that heart of yours should stop’ in my thoughts, while glaring at him. “...thanks for going out of your way to do this.” After putting on the earphones I had received, Kikuoka prodded the screen with his finger. Soon, a low bustling was playing in my head. Then, the bustling disappeared suddenly and the strained silence that followed was torn by a sharp declaration. “This is real power, real strength! Foolish people, engrave the fear of this name in your hearts!” “This gun’s name and I: «Death Pistol»... «Death Gun»!” It was tinged with a somewhat inhuman, metallic sound. And yet, from behind the cry, I could strongly feel the presence of the living player behind the character. The owner of this voice, rather than just role-playing, seemed to radiate the genuine urge of the desire for slaughter.