Matthew reached for the abandoned gun and fired two shots at Vincent's legs.

Vincent awoke in agony, reaching for his wounded legs. His face contorted with pain as he pleaded, "Please, don't shoot! I'll give you the Tiger Seal."

Matthew's tone was frigid. "Where is the Tiger Seal? I'll take it myself."

Vincent pointed to a table in the corner of the room and stammered, "It's... it's under that statue."

A cherub statue stood atop a table against the wall. Lifting the statue, he discovered a piece of paper and a bronze ring underneath. The bronze ring was the Tiger Seal. Matthew examined it briefly before pocketing it. Spotting the paper, he reached for it.

Vincent hastily shouted, "You've taken the Tiger Seal, so put the paper down. It's just a useless list with some names on it."

Matthew glanced at Vincent before slowly unfolding the paper, revealing lines of Acranese text and, below, a list of names. Thinking it unimportant, he set it on the table. However, a familiar name immediately caught his attention. He picked up the paper again and confirmed that Walter's name was on it. Several other names—perhaps a dozen or more—were listed.

Matthew felt something was amiss. He raised the gun and aimed it at Vincent. "Care to explain?"

Terror gripped Vincent. "I have nothing to say, just some names..."

Two shots were fired, striking Vincent's left arm.

Matthew's voice was cold. "This is your last chance. If you don't speak now, you'll regret it."

Trembling in pain, Vincent heeded Matthew's warning, especially after the unhesitating shots.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Vincent exclaimed. "The people on the list are all dead, but their deaths weren't natural."

Despite his shock, Matthew narrowed his eyes. "Did you kill these people?"

Though his mind was a chaotic mix of desperation, Vincent felt strangely clear-headed. "No, it wasn't me. I swear it wasn't," he insisted.

Matthew snorted coldly. "If you didn't kill them, why did you place the statue above this list, as if atoning for something?"

Met with silence, he demanded, "Speak up! If you don't, I'll shoot."

Vincent screamed resolutely, "Shoot if you want to!" With that, he drew a short knife and stabbed himself in the heart. Blood gushed out rapidly, staining his clothes.

Matthew was taken aback, realizing the list was no ordinary piece of paper.

Barely clinging to life, Vincent whispered, "Listen, no matter who you are or how strong your backing is, you're finished. Having interfered with the affairs of the Red Wolves, you'll suffer a thousand times worse than me."

He gasped for air until his breathing ceased.

A serious expression settled on Matthew's face. Vincent's choice to die rather than speak indicated the matter was far from ordinary. Before dying, Vincent had mentioned the Red Wolves, an organization Matthew had never heard of.

As Matthew left the room, he spotted Ivan heading toward the elevator. "Stop, Ivan!" he shouted.

Trembling in fear, Ivan slowly turned. Panic filled his eyes as he looked at Matthew.

"I... I've already taken you to meet him," Ivan stammered. "You can't kill me!"

Matthew approached Ivan, the list in hand. "What's the deal with this list?"