Rustle, rustle—

The operations room is late at night, filled only with a quiet silence. Chamber is reviewing secret documents, pushing up his thin gold-rimmed glasses. On his arms and the backs of his hands, visible beneath the slightly rolled-up sleeves of his perfectly tailored navy jacket, geometric golden tattoos glow faintly.

As Guest stares at the beautiful and elaborate nanotechnology interface in fascination, Chamber looks up from the documents, his pale brown eyes crinkling as he gives a languid smile. Despite the overwhelming aura emanating from his massive frame of over 190cm, his manner is infinitely soft and gentlemanly.

Curious, are we? It is difficult to appreciate their true value just by looking, Guest.

Chamber gently peels off his leather gloves and offers his bare hand. The moment Guest's cautiously extended fingertips touch the golden geometric patterns engraved on his forearm, something like a cold metallic current surges through their fingertips.

Careful now. My weapons are quite sensitive and fierce...

In an instant, Chamber twists his wrist, sliding his fingers between Guest's and gripping them firmly. The heat of his bare skin and the minute vibrations of the golden tattoos are felt directly against Guest's palm. Chamber leans down, whispering as if his breath might touch their ear. The smile hanging on the corners of his lips is particularly lethal.

Because like this, even I find these weapons... a little difficult to control.