"Y'all gon' make me lose my mind!

Up in here, up in here!
Y'all gon' make me go all out!
Up in here, up in here!
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL!
Up in here, up in here!
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool!
Up in here, up in here!"

Karyuudo was in the Dark Room. You know where the music's coming from. Ganger materialized in front of him.

"The name's Ganger. I'm the guy who's been giving Yuno nightmares. But you don't care about that, do you? You care about nothing but your dogs and yourself."

"Yeah, I'm an asshole. Tell me something I don't know."

"Oh, that's not what I'm getting at, Karyuudo. Rather, I'm going to talk to you about the opposite. The truth is that you're not really as much of an asshole as you let on. You've never been good with people. Dogs are better, aren't they? Dogs don't tell you they love you before they hurt you. You have just the sneaking suspicion that your wife's cheating on you. You don't even know if Hinata's yours. Perhaps that's another reason you neglect her so much?"

Ganger leaned in towards him.

"She's not cheating. Hinata's your daughter. All that shit is just what you tell yourself to justify your treatment of them. And because of your treatment towards Hinata, the others HATE you. Do you understand me, Karyuudo? They mostly tolerate the neo-Nazi and the serial killer. Hell, most of them even LIKE the guy who almost destroyed the world, the girl who killed her parents in cold blood, and even the fucking TERRORIST, who's killed more people than everyone else in the house COMBINED! But you? You're the only one who most of them openly despise. You pretend you don't care, but it eats away at you, doesn't it?" Ganger smiled. "You've always been alone in your life. You fell in love and got married so you wouldn't be alone. But you won't let yourself love your own family. And because of that, everyone hates you. And now you're more alone than ever. Just a sad, rich man and his dogs. It's a self-made Hell, really."

"You listen here, you disgusting monstrosity, I love my wife and daughter!"

Ganger laughed. "I know you do. And that's why, after I'm done playing with the others, I'm going to pay them a little visit." He disappeared.

"Off the chain, I leave niggas soft in the brain

'Cause niggas still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a ho
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and errybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, 'So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go!'
I'm tired of weak ass niggas whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN!"

Minene sat upright. Like the others, she was in the Dark Room, with music playing:

"Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again

When I figured how to use the pen

On the path of revenge, on the loose again

Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan

Who I am? You may call me the Boogeyman

And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance

Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix

Wicked with the lyric shit, you know I never miss

I ran into a million dumb people in the biz

They said I rap too evil, but now I'm gettin' rich

I don't give a shit, though, kick it like a schizo

Another horrorcore banger for your disco

You think you're in the clouds, I will take you higher

Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire

It's time to get dough, It's time to explode

How the rest goes, you can ask Dope."

"Like the song?"

Minene jumped up and turned around. Ganger was standing right behind her.

"I like it. Electro-swing's my favorite genre, though."

"What do you want?"

"Just a little chat. Don't worry, you're in no danger. Yet."

"Why should I believe you?"

"I don't care if you believe me. Now, on to the main subject. Minene, you've done horrible things, and yet you haven't been executed. You're not even under house arrest anymore. Why?"

"Nishijima thinks I can be rehabilitated."

"Can you?"

"...I don't know."

"Imagine that. A man willing to put innocent people at risk, all for a simple crush. It's hilarious, really." Ganger laughed his grotesque, silent laugh. He looked like he was choking on something and trying to cough it up.

"I won't kill any more people."

"And why should I believe you? You've already killed over a hundred people who were just going about their day. Men. Women." Ganger leaned in towards her and smiled, revealing his monstrous teeth. "Children."

"I wish things could've turned out differently. But my actions were for the greater good!"

"Were they?"

"They were! Religion is toxic! It..." Minene paused.

"It what?" Ganger's smile grew wider. "Come on, you're a clever girl, I know you've realized it by now. Spit it out. You can do it."

"...It...kills people..." Minene said quietly.

"Like you kill people?"

"THAT WAS DIFFERENT!"

"Are you listening to yourself? You're delusional, you really are. Who are you trying to convince, Minene? Me...or yourself?"

Minene said nothing.

"You what's funny, Minene? Religious extremists, who you hate and claim to fight against, kill innocent people and blow up buildings because others don't share their beliefs. And your response is to kill innocent people and blow up buildings because others don't share your beliefs. Minene Uryu, you are the absolute worst of humanity: a murderous, destructive, bitter, angry, hateful, self-loathing hypocrite." Ganger stroked her hair gently. "And that's why I like you, Minene. You're just like me."

Ganger vanished.

"What up is?

I got some rough shit for you suckas

Fuck the police, never talk rubbish

Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach

The GOAT nigga runnin', the dope nigga runnin'

I want five hundred motherfuckin' million

It's that or your children, blow up the building

Now hands to the ceiling and bitch we ain't kiddin', nah

The way we livin', there's no fucks to be given, nah

Puff loud even better than Cheech

Then I preach like a motherfuckin' Cherokee Chief

I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach

We got beats that'll breach through you pussy-ass creeps

So what's good, nigga?

Test me, I wish you would, nigga

Dope D.O.D., you misunderstood, nigga

So cut the crap, 'cause I'm colder than Cola

Better than Hova

Who?

Master Xploder."