"Unleashing Fury"

I looked at Hange's enemy, my eyes narrowing as I assessed his trembling form. So you ain't going to talk, huh? I thought, my anger simmering just below the surface. I tightened my grip on my cane, the familiar weight of it a comforting presence in my hand. The enemy's eyes darted back and forth, searching for an escape or a way to plead his way out of this situation. But I wasn't having it. With a swift motion, I smashed the enemy's finger with my cane, the sound of cracking bone echoing through the room. The enemy yelled in pain, clutching at his mangled finger as he stumbled backward. I took a step closer, my cane still poised for another strike. "Where the fuck is Hange's money, you piece of shit?" I spat, my voice venomous. The enemy's eyes went wide with fear as he stared up at me, his face pale. I grabbed him by the throat, my cane still clutched in my other hand. He gasped, his eyes bulging as I squeezed tighter. "Tell me," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "Where. Is. Hange's. Money." The enemy tried to speak, but his words were garbled and incoherent. I leaned in closer, my face inches from his. "Don't play games with me," I hissed. "I can see the fear in your eyes. You're going to tell me everything I want to know." Hange's arm tightened around my waist, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and approval. "Go on, baby," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "Get it out of him." I smiled, a cold and calculated smile. The enemy's eyes went wider as he realized he was in the hands of a ruthless and merciless opponent. And I was just getting started. The room around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the enemy's terrified face and my own burning desire for revenge. I squeezed tighter, my fingers digging into his throat as I waited for him to crack. And then, just as I was about to apply more pressure, he gasped out a reply. "I... I don't know," he stuttered. "But I can take you to the one who does." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Who?" I demanded, my voice still low and menacing. The enemy's eyes darted to Hange, and then back to me. "Kaito," he whispered. "He's the one who knows." Hange's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with anger. "Kaito," he repeated, his voice cold and deadly. "I'll take care of him." I smiled again, this time a smile of anticipation. It seemed we were about to take a little trip to meet Kaito. And I had a feeling it was going to be a very interesting encounter.