"This is the exhibit you won."
The girl dressed as a bunny girl had returned to the room at some point, carrying the wooden box containing the plaque.
"We'll send you the certificate for your purchase later... we hope you'll take good care of this exhibit."
The organizer behind the scenes really did have some questionable tastes. It was a perfectly normal auction, yet they insisted on making it look like a sex transaction.
Jonas took the wooden box from the girl, then heard her continue:
"Mr. Jonas, thank you for your generous support of this auction. Our master would also very much like to meet you. Unfortunately, the time isn't right yet."
Her words made Jonas pause briefly before he realized who this "master" was.
He wasn't surprised that they knew his identity. Everything he had encountered along the way was enough to show that he had been exposed before he even arrived.
But he still didn't know what they wanted, or rather... why they wanted to put that plaque in his hands.
"What does your master want?"
Jonas frowned as he asked.
The girl merely shook her head before answering:
"When the time is right, you'll understand."
-Another damn riddler.
Jonas suppressed the urge to punch this riddler in the face and said irritably:
"Then tell your master I don't make friends with rats who hide in the shadows."
At least, judging by what he knew so far, they meant him no harm... after all, if they wanted to capture him on their own turf, they could do it in minutes.
The plaque they had indirectly handed him seemed unusual as well. If this was a setup, there was no need to go to such lengths.
As for what Jonas actually knew, all he had was a possible