The dust in the room seemed to swirl about, creating a hazy atmosphere. When he heard that he had actually gotten a response Ignatius flinched- Carolina's plans didn't usually succeed like this. He looked up to where the voice had come from, but he couldn't see anybody. Drawing his butterfly knife, he began to twirl it in his hands- something he did when he wanted to look imposing. Putting on a purposefully creepy smile, Ignatius tried not to look as scared at he felt. "Heh... Nyx, eh? My name is Ignatius Pratt, and I command you to show yourself!"
"That sounded good, right?"
"Ehhh... You probably called yourself her master, that would've been a bit more impressive."
"Shit, you're right."
"I'm your new master, by the way."