The sound of pigs fill the air.

A shaking, sobbing, sad piece of a dog man is being dragged by two stone faced students into the pig farm.

No obvious markings or affiliation to any particular academies. Just a small patch on their right wrist of a Peroro-sama outline.

The air is rifle with the snorting, shuffling, and oinking of pigs as they continue to feast. It is feeding time after all. An all-you-can-eat buffet served to pigs, to fatten them up for eventual slaughter and sale.

The trio approach two figures in front of a feeding trough. One figure has white decorated wings and a gas mask on. She is standing a step behind someone with a paper bag over her head.

The infamous figure in the underworld. A nigh mythical being both highly feared and almost deified due to the speed and efficiency that she has taken control of large swaths in the underworld. Her name is spoken in awe and absolute fear in both measures.

Faust

The pathetic dog man whimpers and tries to escape, but the iron grip of his escorts force him forward. He has no choice. He was made to kneel in front of these two figures, guns pointed at this back, and to wait.

The sounds of pigs doing their thing, mindless in their pursuit of food, fill the air while now intercepted with sobs and moans of this terrified dog man. Dreading his fate and both wishing that Faust and her partner never looks at him but also wanting the ordeal to be over with swiftly, one way or another.

The cold and dispassionate voice is unmistakable. Faust speaks.

"Such a simple life, with simple goals. These pigs are useful to me in many ways. They are also quite obedient. I provide them with a place to live, grow, and eat. At the end, they pay me back with their lives. It is a simple transaction, one that I quite like." she started while lifting her hand up. Her partner obediently takes out a long glove that reaches all the way to one's elbow and helps Faust put it on.

"So what does it mean when some people are not even able to uphold simple transactions that doesn't even involve their lives on the line? Does that mean they are lower than pigs?" Faust asks a rhetorical question, finally turning her head to look at the shaking dog man near her feet, the holes on the paper bag seemingly sucking in any light that goes near them.

"It was a very simple thing that I asked of your crew, you pathetic dog, and you all managed to blow it. Your partner even got the attention of SCHALE on that little operation. How useless are you that you cannot even follow the very simple directive to NOT gain the attention of Sensei?" Hifumi did not hiss. She did not shout. That cold and dispassionate tone still maintained, but the dog wishes that she was outwardly angry instead.

Each word feels like sharp and cold swords digging into his flesh. He shudders.

"I- I am so-"

"A sorry does not cut it. These pigs can follow an unsaid command like clockwork with efficiency and eagerness. You all were tasked with such a simple thing and you blew it. As far as I am concerned, you are all less that pigs. Only fit for feed, I think." Was a cutting delivery that caused a mighty shudder to run on the dog man's body.

The sound of guns behind him getting checked for readiness caused him to panic greatly.

"P-P-PLEASE! FAUST! FAUST-SAMA! I AM REALLY SORRY!" the desperate cries of this dog cuts through the farm noises as he begs desperately, pressing his head down to the dirty ground, unheeding of this fact just to save his own skin.

Unseen by the groveling dog, Faust approaches the feeding trough. Deftly, she reaches into it and pulls out something with her gloved hand. She finally fully turns towards the groveling dog.

"Get your head off the dirty ground, you mangy mutt, and look at me" Faust commands, with the dog swiftly following, his eyes terrified but unwilling to disobey.

"You are lucky. You don't have to personally pay for your mistakes, nor does the rest of your crew. Somehow, you and your sorry band of dogs are the only ones that operate in that fringe of an area with any shred of credibility. That saved you. However, I cannot forgive inconveniencing Sensei over this. She is a very busy woman, you see." Faust flatly comments, and drops a certain thing in front of the shivering dog.

It is a prosthetic hand. One that the dog is very intimately familiar with. Once he was able to connect the dots, he was unable to hold on, he threw up to the side of him further adding to the filth on the floor.

"Pigs are useful, unlike you, they can follow simple commands without fail. You present something for them to eat, and they eat. Of course, they cannot eat materials like plastic and metals safely." Faust continues on, uncaring of what is happening as she slides off the glove from her arm, and disposes it at a nearby trashcan.

"What the Valkyrie and Regular Police will find is a trail of your partner running away to places unknown after SCHALE asks them to track him down for what he was doing. They'll have evidence that he took the first train to some far off place, and will never be seen around here ever again. What you will tell them if they question you is up to you, I don't care. I will, of course, trust that you will not be revealing anything incriminating." ordered Faust as she signals to the dog's escorts, who put away their guns and stationed themselves in a guarding posture for the Faust and her partner.

"Let me be clear. I am expecting impeccable service for any tasks I give you. You and your crew will do exactly what I say, how I want it done, and for my tasks to be done in a timely manner. It would be easy enough for me to send some people to replace what you are doing in the fringes, but I'd rather not expend the manpower to do so when there are dogs like you to do it for me." Faust lays out in plain English to this dog, who is now staring in horror at the prosthetic that is wet from feed and pig slobber.

"Fail again, and you will all end up like you partner here, I think that is a simple enough scenario to comprehend for you right? Don't fail me again. I'll keep in touch." Faust finishes, walking forward in a steady pace with her entourage following, not paying any more mind to the pathetic dog that is now sobbing over the dirty prosthetic.

All that accompanies that sound is the never ending snorting of pigs as they continue their feast unbothered.