Lloyd let out a hearty, blood-curdling scream, which was immediately followed by a series of surprised shouts from outside:
"What? There's someone alive in there? And they're calling for help?"
"Careful! It could be a Demon!"
"Fall back! On guard!"
As it turned out, his shout didn't bring the reinforcements inside. Instead, they immediately began setting up a defensive perimeter around the area...
Lloyd was speechless. He had no choice but to get up from the floor, hoist an investigator under each arm, and drag them outside.
With his current athlete-level fitness, dragging them wasn't hard, just a bit slow...
The moment he got outside, he was met with the sight of a dozen gun muzzles pointed right at him...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Friendly!"
Lloyd said quickly, hastily setting the two investigators down and pulling the Holy Judgment Court's insignia from his coat.
"I'm Lloyd, an Executioner from the Eighteenth District."
