Matias watched as his stalker fell onto its knees, holding itself up with its hands. It slowly got up on its feet, dwarfing Matias by at least two heads. Matias's hand hugged the base of his gun as he gave himself some distance from the thing.

"YOUR COMRADE'S THREATS MEAN NOTHING TO ME," the bug signed, "BUT I WILL KEEP MY WORD. YOU BEST STAY OUT OF TROUBLE, HUMAN."

Matias's face scrunched up in exacerbation. "Piss off, Mothman."

His expression completely reset when the bug loudly spread its wings, showing off their white, circular patterns. What sounded like a motor powering up filled the empty room, and the resulting blast from the bug soaring away was enough to jolt Matias back some. From below, he watched the creature fly to an open window and then out of it.

"Good riddance."

He turned to the boss.

"Alright... What's left to do?"