Akuma was sitting while facing a tree. there were uprooted flowers many of which had no petals on them, Akuma was also fiddling with something. A couple of security guards were knocked out cold as well. "She hates him, she hates him not, she hates him, she hates him not, she hates him, she hates him not, .....Ah,  you just can't get a hint can you?" Akuma says not looking away from the tree.