Lucien didn't have to wait long. After about twenty minutes of sitting, someone arrived and settled in front of him. The person wore a paper bag mask with crude holes cut out.
They leaned forward and asked:
"Could you be… Player Cien?"
Lucien regarded the person with disappointment and sighed.
"Is all this really necessary?"
"I mean, yes, it is. You told me you'd be sitting at the edge, but there could be another misunderstanding, you know? We're both really famous people—even you're wearing a disguise."
Lucien agreed with that part, though he didn't particularly mind.
"You won't believe it if I tell you I was kind of forced."
The bag mask tilted at him, head cocked.
"You're lucky you have people who care."
Lucien smiled, looking down.
"If you put it that way… I feel like the villain here."
He exhaled and expelled the lingering thoughts from his mind, focusing on the paper bag mask.
"So? What were you able to find out?"
She sighed.
