[Following the execution of Varian and Zelos, everyone will be led to the grand foyer. The ornate clock opens beneath the face, revealing a compartment in which a large glass container is revealed to the eyes of everyone present. Two spouts lead from the interiors of the clock into the glass container. From one side comes a steady stream of crimson ink and from another, a slightly smaller amount in gold. Finally, an amount of purple ink a bit less than that of the gold flows down as well. When all three colors mix into the container, it appears to be black. The Tiger watches the ceremony with her lips pulled tightly together. It's hard to tell exactly how she feels about it...though her flat expression seems to flicker in the briefest indication of frustration before it straightens again.

Sanji will find himself overcome with a sudden burning sensation. Many phantoms feelings pass him all at the same time: his feet undergo a sensation like they're being ignited with flame, his heart is going to be pulled out of his chests, and there is the faintest feeling as though a blade is cutting across his necks - the roulette wheel spins for how his death is going to be carried out as partnerless until—

It stops.

He feels perfectly fine, like everything is slotting back into place, and a coin burns in his hand before he flicks it away, inadvertently flipping it through the air. It lands face-up, revealing the face of a Roman emperor for a brief moment before vanishing.

The Tiger, having watched with unblinking, sharp eyes, smiles at him.]

Thank goodness--it seems there was no need for anyone to come through for you this week. [She turns back to the rest of the Narrators and announces.] This partnerless has been spared.

[And that... seems to be it, this time.]

Run along now, darlings... you may want to fetch these two a towel?

[The Tiger waves a hand to indicate Akechi and Eichi, and will remain for questions, though she seems a little impatient.]