"Damn, couldn't find him."
Yan Huan stood atop a high-rise and said to Dan Heng behind him:
"That kid probably left Golden Hour. What a coward."
"Then let's leave it for now," Dan Heng said helplessly.
"He didn't really do anything besides give us a headache."
"Yan Huan, did you spot anything unusual in that Dream Bubble?"
"Nope." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"Who knows what he was trying to say? Maybe once we've seen more, we'll be able to make sense of it."
Dan Heng nodded and asked no more.
Sampo had called him over, and he hadn't planned to stay in Golden Hour long.
After saying goodbye to Firefly and Yan Huan, he left for another Hour.
Yan Huan figured that since he was already here and had a guide beside him, he might as well have some more fun.
And so...
"Uh... I really can't eat anymore." Firefly sat at the table, waving her hands frantically.
"You don't have to give me so much. I'm—I'm full..."
"No way. You looked after Dan Heng, after all."
Yan Huan speared another piece of steak and placed it on Firefly's already piled-high plate.
"One look at you tells me you're up to no good. Eat more. You'll need the energy for mischief."
"I'm not up to anything."
Firefly spoke awkwardly.
"I'm really just a fan of The Nameless. I don't have some secret identity, so please stop trying to get it out of me."
"Can't do that, little sis." Yan Huan served Firefly more food, his tenderness that of a street thug.
"You're the one I know now. Who else am I supposed to pester?"
Of the new friends Yan Huan had made on Penacony, Firefly was second only to Aventurine.
Aventurine had given him some information. Even if