Justin let out an amused scoff, running a hand through his hair. "You think we don't know who you are, you little shit?"
Ryuk sighed, finally shutting his book with an audible thud. His gaze flickered between them—Justin, the so-called prince of Babylon, a man renowned for his arrogance and cruelty; and the golden-haired guy beside him, who carried himself with an air of authority. A Utopian, most likely.
He looked around first to see if Steve was present. He never felt comfortable with strangers, so most of the time he buried himself in his books.
"Look, I'm not interested in talking," Ryuk said bluntly. "I don't get along well with strangers. So just leave me alone."
Justin chuckled, his expression twisting into something more sinister. He took a slow step forward, "An arrogant prick, huh? It's been ages since I've met someone who actually needed a good beating."
