If everyone is done dealing with their own ways of coping, and hopefully not foolishly giving up to the tyrants, there is a request I wish to make to those that can still fight:

The foes this tower has are formidable, and among the roaches and vile demons I run into one each floor, I have heard many "heroes" reside here. I find myself growing curious to how far that extends, to see if it is either the truth, or another meaningless title that holds no meaning. I want to know your driving force, your "justice."

Thus I desire a battle with those that call themselves heroes. The floor with the meadow shall be our battlefield.

That will be all.

[A man, or at least you might think he is a man (he is) sits before one of the computers. He didn't think this technology would be used by him again, but apparently so. Clearly, it was a tad different from what he was used to, but his memories allowed him to recall something so basic. His voice came, nearly echoing through that armor.]

I am Hakumen.

I am sure you are used to this, so I will not bother asking questions I can have answered  with another. The foulness of this tower, and some of its residents that I assume you are aware of, has managed to distract me from another goal.

To cut this short, I need only those that know the following names:

Ragna the Bloodedge, Terumi or Hazama, Rachel Alucard, Valkenhayn Hellsing, Noel Vermilion, Tsubaki Yayoi, Relius Clover, Tager or The Red Devil, Jin Kisaragi, or the Grimalkin--I mean Kokonoe.

[You could easily tell that some of these names were not ones he liked to speak of.]

That is all. Do not waste my time.