"I can't tell you much. I only know of what others have done. I do know most people meet around 9 or 11 people."

"Okay," I say uncertainly.

"Perfect. I'll go get her."

He comes back a few minutes later with a fairly tall woman with dark red hair.

"Hello! I'm Captain Naomi! Before we head off, do you desire anything?"

"I won't!" I pipe up. But then I notice the stupid decision I just made

Popuri's reaction was almost like all of his reactions. Just a plain smile on his face, happy to be enough. Until, of course, he got stabbed. Then his reaction was confusion, and a faint sound of "oh".

It would be unfair to tell that Popuri wasnt familiar with such bounds, he has seen many of these happen, but never took participation in any of them. This was his first one, and he wasnt quite ready to think of his reaction. So he just stand there. Confused.

"... Well, I'm quite curious about year one. My people had so many theories of what it looked like, and for each culture, there was one different story."

Popuri went back to look like a stupid smiley man.

"Just a question though! How do I know what my objectives are? Do I have some kind of guide?"

Latif thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "Unless you have a spare weapon I could use, we should head out immediately. I'm not sure how long it has been since Sir Kevin was taken, but even a small delay could make all the difference."

"Mrs. Mary has been hysterical ever since her son, Sir Kevin, was taken by the Cavalli Group. She wants someone to help her, so she constantly screams and crys."

"Have I answered all you questions?"