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Another guy walked in. He looked like some kind of dark lord. He was covered fully in evil black armor. Even his face was hidden. Nobody could see who he was, and though he'd look medival and silly in a room like this, he gave off a an aura of fear. Com got a liitle nervous as the quiet armored man looked at him stiffly. He the turned his head and looked at Darius. "You, Vampire Theif, Darius you are called," the armored man's voice was low and frightening and monotone and slow, "Your ways of stealing are horribly unimaginative, if you are going to steal something, it has to be enjoyable for you, and you must enjoy the mortals' dumb attempts of trying to catch you, killing is unimaginative and it doesn't make you famous." The armored dude turned his head, "But of course, that is my opinion." Com tried to figure what that was about, this weird frightening dude randomly lecturing some vampire theif that he doesn't even know personally. The armored man went up to Com and gave him a business card. Com read it aloud.

"In the language of Mafia and Pizza, I am a Diamond, yet however, in the language of Video Games and Ninja, I am the one who is Masked."

"What the heck does that mean?" Com asked. "Language of Pizza?" Lloyd wondered, "What kind of business card is a riddle?"