"So who's your first target amongst them? That depraved creep or those revolting geezers?" the man asked, inching closer to the desk where Lisa was sitting behind.

"Who do you think deserves a taste of their own medicine first?" Lisa's voice was calm but her eyes were cold, like a frozen lake in winter which caused a sly smile across the man's face.

"Uh... That pervert, no?" He asked in a drawling tone, as though he's letting out a suggestion since he's unsure of her thoughts.

"You think that creepy jerk deserves being served first?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question and she expected no answer in return. "It's...