"I am a nobleman!"
After the Butcher, another man clad in a snow-white suit stepped forward.
His voice, under the gold mask, carried a magnetic charm, with a certain insinuating tone.
Perhaps to some middle-class onlookers, that accent was the epitome of the esteemed Byron high society, but the Butcher simply spat in disdain.
"White Cat!"
Another person, dressed like a witch with a tall, pointed hat, spoke up.
Her voice was cold, stating only a name, seemingly unwilling to say more.
"I am a detective, if you have any tasks such as finding someone, you can come to me, I have special skills for locating people."
A young man stepped out, finally someone who seemed relatively normal.
"I am a painter, an artist by profession, skilled in psychological profiling and the depiction of sceneries from the Spirit Realm..."
Another middle-aged individual stepped forward, donning a hat typical for painters, with his face covered in various paint colors, looking much like a clown.
