"Taka. Daiya. We're home!"

Naegi slips out of his shoes in the entranceway while Owada called out his family.

"Good to see you, Makoto." Ishimaru comes into view, apron-clad. His gaze lingers on Naegi's bandages. "I hope you're feeling alright. With losing your eye and all."

"It should heal eventually." He replies.

"If scarring's the worst of it, that's good to hear!"

"For the love of…Use some tact, Taka." Owada said.

"Something smells good." A mouthwatering aroma incenses the detective.

"Since you were coming over, I made my special roast."

"Aw, that sounds delicious. I've gotten used to nothing but hospital food." Naegi follows behind Ishimaru.

"Where's the kid at?" Owada asks.

"He fell asleep waiting about half-an-hour ago." A quick stop in the living room verifies that. Daiya's snores lightly on the couch.

Naegi allows himself a small smile. "A big house. A cute family. Steady jobs. I'm proud of you."

"You have any idea how sarcastic that sounds?" Owada busts a vein.

"I'd never think that. Although I'm jealous of the house thing. Comparing it to my small apartment room is depressing."

"That's what gets you? Not that you got attacked there?"

…

"If you think about it, as a cop, I'm liable to be attacked anywhere." Naegi jokes half-heartedly.

"Heh. You weirdo." Owada remarked, focused at the dinner set on four plates.

"Mondo!" Ishimaru yells. Since long ago, the politician was intent on making Owada a better man, one curse-word stopped at a time.

"What? I didn't say nothin' bad."

"It's just the usual with us." Naegi scratched his cheek. He chooses the guest seat on the kitchen table, across Owada's.

"A bond between close friends, is it? I'm envious." Ishimaru said.

"The two of you are much closer and clicked faster than we did." He and Owada attended the same university, separating from their old friends. They'd met Ishimaru there, and Naegi had quickly become the third wheel. He doubts Ishimaru would understand even if Naegi explained.

"You and Mondo weren't always friends." The red-eyed man netted his eyes in confusion.

Naegi laughs gingerly. "Owada hated me at first."

"We gonna drag old news up?" The ex-delinquent jabs a fork at the detective.

"It's fine, isn't it? Ishimaru looks like he wants to know." Naegi begins telling the story before the taller man could even consent. "Owada and I got off to a rocky start right about when he first transferred. He was the new kid, so I thought I'd say hello."

"Associating with a twink like Naegi would have been bad for my image, and I wasn't about to get charity from some rich punk."

"How immature…" Ishimaru cartoonishly shakes his head.

Owada grumbles. "I knew this was a bad idea."

"Uh wait, I wasn't rich…" Naegi faced Owada.

"Compared to the sector I was from? Everyone in Dusk High was loaded."

Schools were segregated based on the jewels. Dusk High was a moderately prestigious academy. Acceptance began at the third rank. Owada was…a special exception. Encrusted on the bar owner's ring was an imperial topaz, the highest of the fourth class, giving Owada equal status to Naegi.

"He 'attended' but barely showed up to class," Ishimaru's raised a none-too impressed brow at his partner "a-at first. He got better." Naegi promptly corrected himself, while Owada, the most in danger, was busy chowing down.

"That hooligan reputation ended up following you to university! How were you not embarrassed?" Ishimaru folds his arms.

"As if I would be-…wait, run that one by me again'" Owada snarls. "I don't remember anyone in college saying a thing about it."

"You chilled out and hung out around Ishimaru , I guess it stayed mostly a rumor." That or they might have been too afraid to say it to his face. But it's not like Naegi would tell him that.

"Aren't you grateful?" A smug smile was plastered on Ishimaru's face.

Owada rolls his eyes skyward.

"Don't be like that. Owada made a lot of progress himself by then. Before, he was always getting into fights. One time he even showed up to school all bandaged up. I tried to lend a hand but…"

Owada rubs the back of his neck. "I lost a brawl with some rival gang. The kid was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Let's just say I throw a mean punch."

Ishimaru sighs heavily. "You're both friends now so I'm certain you settled your disputes admirably." The red-eyed man assumed.

"I'm…not so sure about that." Naegi clears his throat. "I don't remember too much after that since I was sent to the infirmary. Owada was suspended I think."

"A full week." The ex-delinquent complained. "The problem was after. It gives me a headache just thinking about how the school turned on me."

The locker rattled in shock when Mondo Owada's palm thrust upon it. Had the biker's target been the same gender, damage to public property would have been averted, at the expense of a boy's face.

But no. Mondo didn't hit girls. He didn't intimidate them either, but he was finding it very hard to hold back nowadays. "Wanna explain what you were doing messing with my stuff?"

"I-I'm sorry. Don't hurt me." She gives him a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. Fitting since she's the one who jumped in front of the car.

Swallowing his frustration, he backed off. "Scram and I better not see you anywhere near my locker again!"

He watched her run in fright, passing the last person Owada wanted to see.

Makoto Naegi. A boy with a single distinguishing trait in his unnaturally colored irises. Presently he had another. The band-aid slapped on his chin.

"What?" Owada snapped prematurely.

"I thought you were going hit her, for a second there."

For Owada, the other boy knew just what to say to get under his skin, and not mean it at all. "If I did, that'd be your fault."

"I…I can get them off your back." He fumbles over his words.

Owada hates how hard it was to avoid a positive reaction to the offer. "Did I ask for favors? Mind your own business!" Owada yells. It's not warranted, he knows that. But he's passed his boiling point.

"I'm already involved as you said. And…weren't you going to fight Suzuki?" He asks.

"I don't hit girls!" Owada's anger rises by a tick.

Yet Naegi stands his ground, clutching the strap of his school bag. In other words, he was asking for a confrontation.

Owada was about to give him one, at least, he would have. He looked down, catching sight of Naegi's shaking legs. A pleased smirk creeps on the delinquent's face. Fear meant respect and acknowledgment. If Naegi knew not to treat him lightly, then there wasn't a need for further aggression.

Owada calmed down. "Was she a friend of yours?"

"Not…mine, but…" Naegi trails off. With a determined look, he continues. "Listen, instead of doing anything rash, I have an idea. It won't be any trouble at all, I promise."

Owada doubts any assistance from the spikey-haired boy would solve his problems. However, he didn't have any alternatives. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed this school. He wasn't' narrow-minded enough to think he could go far with his gang alone. One day, he'd leave the diamonds.

What then? He's got nothing after that.

"Spit it out." Owada whispered.

"Huh?"

"I said spit it out already!"

Naegi stiffened. That was the first time Owada listened to him. With a shaky-soft voice, he said "Hang out with me."

"Huh?"

"If we come off as friends, this will stop."

"Are you making fun of me?" Owada's voice dropped low.

"Y-You don't have to mean it. Just act." Naegi raised his hands placatingly. "I can't tell you why, but trust me, I know it will work."

Owada's pessimistic. His woes began after his suspension, the cause was attacking Naegi. The guy everybody liked. It wasn't unthinkable they'd finally buzz off if the two reconciled.

But there was one thing that didn't click for the taller male. "What's in this for you? You've got nothing to gain for helping me." It was the opposite. Most, if not everyone else, would get a kick out of him getting just desserts.

"Do I need a reason to help? That's just who I am." He proudly declares. "I've never not done the right thing if I could."

Owada blinked thrice at the shameless statement. Words he never thought he'd hear from another so bluntly. "So…it's your fetish?"

"No. Definitely not." Naegi's face turned beet red.

"Well, it don't sound normal to me." Maybe he was a weird kid on the inside. "Whatever. Different strokes for different folks."

"D-Don't say it like that!"

Owada returned to his locker, grabbing his bag, dirtied with mismatched colors. Courtesy of the art skills of the girl he chased off.

"Are you going home?" Naegi asks.

"Ain't got a reason to stay." Owada pulls out his white facemask from the bag and places it on.

"You could join a club. I'm in the music club by the way."

"Didn't ask."

"...You usually ride a bike to school, don't you?"

"Yeah so?"

"Is that…legal?"

"No. It ain't. You gonna tell? Well even if you did, it's out for repairs."

"Then how are you getting home?"

"The station." It was only when Owada arrived at the school's main entrance did it click that Naegi followed him all the way there. But the boy was less a hindrance compared to the precipitation.

"It's raining." Naegi had a habit of stating the obvious. They raise their heads to the only sky they'd ever known - An illusion crafted by the dome surrounding the city. All to hide the vast red that hovered further above, unchanging and ever-present.

Owada opened the door and walked, not minding the heavy downpour. Owada's notably pissed when his hair adhesive dissolves and his patented hairstyle transitions into a messier version of its natural look. His curses were drowned out by the beat of the raindrops, slipping in through openings intentionally left in the dome's design.

He stops when he notices the pressure on his body fade, along with the tingle of acid rain.

Owada looks overhead to see he was under the cover of an umbrella. The tail end held by the guy he'd ditched minutes ago

"You should've waited for me." Naegi says as if that would be natural.

Naegi didn't have that umbrella earlier. He'd run to his locker to bring it. "You…are going a bit far for pretend." Owada replied in disbelief.

Naegi nervously scratches his cheek. A trademark. "I said you could pretend. Not that I had to."

"Weirdo. I can why you're always in a crowd." Owada resumed walking, not at all slowing his pace for the other boy who somehow kept up with him.

Owada snuck glances at his smaller companion. Much smaller, given how he was transparently growing tired of extending his arm to accommodate them both. For goodness sake, the kid was on the tip of his toes and didn't voice those complaints.

"Give me that." Owada motions to pull the umbrella away from Naegi. It should have been an easy feat when comparing the difference in body build.

To Owada's surprise, the umbrella doesn't budge from Naegi's grip.

"What're you doing?" Naegi posed the curious question.

"S-Stopping you from making a fool of yourself." Owada exerted more force, finally snatching the umbrella away and held it above their heads. Properly.

"…I was doing fine." Naegi grumbled, pocketing his hands.

Owada scoffed. "Sure, you were."

It was then that Owada had the first inkling towards Naegi's nature, A boy who readily extended his hand to everyone…and dropped his guard for no one. Be it family or friends, he didn't easily show weakness.

Neither starts up a conversation for the rest of their journey.

Nevertheless, an unbreakable bond forges amidst the rain

"It was such a hassle." Owada said.

"You didn't have much of a reason to refuse either. You had no friends and stayed on the roof all the time."

"Weren't you happy about getting the roof as a hangout?"

"Yeah, thanks for that." Naegi loses himself in old memories. "That's how Owada became a part of our group. The custodians were too afraid to tell him we couldn't stay there. Oh and the bully-" He pauses at Owada's dead stare. "Um…the antagonisms stopped. Problem solved."

"That's some community. I don't approve of counter-bullying, but most schools I know wouldn't make a concerted effort among students to protect one of their own. Maybe we should send Daiya there when he's older." Ishimaru, innocently and expectedly, got the wrong idea.

"It wasn't like that. I mean…that wouldn't normally happen. It's just Owada picked the wrong target." That being himself.

"I dunno when Naegi figured it out, but I didn't know until near graduation. The culprit confessed." Owada's face turns a slight pale.

"She did huh?" Naegi twitches.

Owada nods, gravely.

"There we go. You look so handsome." A blue-haired girl rakes a comb through dirty-blonde locks.

"This ain't for me…" Owada whines, strapped to a chair while his friend took care of his hair for graduation. His usual style wasn't 'appropriate' for the occasion. A good friend of his invited him over to her house to fix it up.

"You do give off that impression, but you're an upstanding guy on the inside, Mondo." Sayaka Maizono cleaned him up with a hot towel.

"Ya think? Heh, thanks a lot." He flushed red. Not every day a girl casually invited him to her room.

"That smile's how I know I'm right." Maizono winked. "I'm glad I can still get to see it…after, you know."

"…A man's gotta bounce back."

"Feel like giving Makoto some of that manliness then?" She lets out a weary sigh. "You take care of him while I'm away, okay!"

"I ain't his babysitter, but I'll lend a hand every now and then…"

She giggles. "I'm glad you became friends. Looking back, it'd have been a real shame if you'd dropped out when you first transferred."

The delinquent raised his head to meet sapphire eyes. "How'd you know I'd even thought about quitting?"

"I'm an esper." There wasn't a damn thing about that smile he trusted in that moment.

"She never admitted it outright but that's the feeling I got."

Naegi sheepishly bows his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what she was doing." Or getting other people to do for her.

"Water under the bridge, but I'm warning you, that chick has issues."

Naegi pouts in response.

Ishimaru brings a fist to his chin. "Maizono…I believe she declined the letter of invitation to our wedding."

The detective raises his hands placatively. "She wanted to come, honest. She's just busy and all."

"I was joking. As someone with an eye on the position of director, I know full-well how hard that is to achieve." Ishimaru laughed.

Oh.

"Still, I'm sure I'll meet her eventually. By the way, have you told her about your injuries?"

"She knows." Naegi dodges the question. "I'd rather she didn't though. Sayaka likes to uh…baby me. I'm trying to strike out on my own."

Owada snorts. "Pfft, never thought I'd hear that. Devious gears in the older man's head turned. "Back in school. We nicknamed them 'the twins."

Ishimaru cast Naegi a confused look. "They don't look much alike. Are you fraternal twins?"

"We're not blood-related. The Maizonos adopted me."

"Normal siblings avoid each other at school, but these two were practically stuck together. Even if they weren't in the same classes, they'd meet each other first thing at lunch or after it. They were even in the same clubs."

And just like that, the tables on him for the rest of the evening.

Hours later, Naegi sneaks to the backyard for some fresh air. To his surprise, he finds Owada beating him the punch, smoking over a fishpond in the moonlight.

"What're you doing out here, Owada?" Naegi called out to his friend in the dead of night. Not soon after eating that he'd gotten ready for bed in the guest room.

Which was still way bigger than his room. The land they owned was almost comically huge and their house was modeled after a Japanese mansion, courtesy of Ishimaru's prestigious family name.

"Should be asking you that." Owada said, blowing a puff a cigarette smoke.

"It stings." Naegi touched his bandaged eye.

"Why'd that crazy nurse have it out for you?"

That's something he didn't want to think about. Tsumiki's reasons were alien to him.

"About what we talked about. I kind of went out on a limb with Ishimaru, but you did hate me before, right?"

Owada peered intently. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

"It might help me put things into perspective."

A moment of quiet passes before he speaks. "I don't know about hate, but It's hard to explain. I came from a shitty place and knew mostly shitty people. My boys were all I had, and even I did shit I'm not proud of to keep em' by me. You? So damn happy all the time and people flocked to you. Honestly, I thought…looking at you made me feel like I was missing something, and you had it."

Twin fish leaped out from, and back into the water. "That's silly. I'm nobody special."

"Well yeah. I was an irresponsible idiot who didn't know a thing." Owada crumpled the cigar beneath his feet. "That's why I learned not to judge too quickly. Things aren't always what they seem."

"Got something on your mind? I'm always free to listen." Owada's tried quitting smoking a while. For him to be here means he's stressed out.

"You better, cuz it involves you." He continued. "That cult you asked me to dig info on. They reached out to me."

It took a moment for Naegi to recall he'd sought advice from Owada with that information. "Did you learn anything? Are they dangerous?"

"I can't say for sure if they're harmless yet. They haven't asked anything from me besides my contact information." Owada stops briefly, then continues. "For what I learned, they worship a guy called 'Atua'."

"Many religious circles need a charismatic figure to rally behind. Physical or otherwise." He rubs his chin, contemplatively.

"…History geek."

"Hey now. It couldn't hurt to learn about the past." Naegi scratched his cheek.

"You're spot on about the larger-than-life deal." Owada said " 'All knowledge comes from Atua, and from him, we gain understanding' is their favorite motto. Heard it like five times already." Owada mocked.

"I…don't know what to make of that. Was there anything more specific?"

"Not on that front. They're waiting on setting a date for me to formally join their group. They said they've got thousands of members already."

Naegi's brows shot up. "Are you sure?"

"That's what they told me. I can't say more than that."

Over a thousand members in Hope's Peak and the police barely had any information on them? "That can't be true."

"We'll find out when I get there." Owada shrugs. That wasn't the reaction Naegi wanted to see.

"You don't have to join. Turn them down whenever."

"You're taking on the case, ain't ya? Might as well lend a hand where I can."

Naegi furiously shook his head. "When I asked for help, I meant info. I can't directly involve a civilian in this case."

Naegi's distant politeness struck a nerve. "What makes you think I'll be in trouble?"

"We don't know, and that's the danger." This was a pattern he'd experienced before. An argument was about to break out. At least, it might have had he not felt a par of arms latch around his leg.

The brunet looked down to see messy red-hair. The youngest resident beams at him. "Yo!"

"Since when do you greet guests with 'yo'?" Owada berates his son.

"Hey, Naegi." The boy said with less energy.

"Better." Was it really? "Now go to bed."

"I just woke up and I want to play. I'll tell dad you snuck out for smokes if you won't let me."

Owada snarled. "You little- Come here." He motioned to grab the child…who, quickly used Naegi as his barrier.

"Naegi, move out the way."

"Naegi, save me."

"Okay, that's enough, you two!" Why am I in the middle of this?

He reached under the toddler's arms and raised him into the air, holding him in front of Owada. "I won't be here for that long. Why don't we humor him."

"When you leaving?" Daiya angled his head back.

"Tomorrow evening, probably."

"Hmmm…We'll play all through then!."

"Think you can stay awake that long?"

"No problem. I already drank dad's coffee."

Naegi quizzically stared at Owada.

"Starting to think he's a little spoiled." The man clicked his tongue.

"A little." Naegi settled Daiya onto the ground.

The kid ran off to the other side of the pond, waving towards them. "Let's play catch." He's got a baseball in hand already.

"He's not giving a choice. The brat." Owada planted his hands on his hips in bemusement.

Daiya whipped the ball at Naegi. "Whoa." He winced after catching the shot with both hands. "That's…some throw."

Daiya pumped his biceps.

Naegi lobbed the ball back.

Daiya jumped at caught it in the air. "You can throw it harder than that."

"He's athletic…" Naegi remarked in mild surprise.

"Just means we don't have to take it too easy on him." Owada smirked.

Naegi didn't know about going all out on a kid but…"He asked for it." He grinned.

Owada's truck drops Naegi off by his apartment the next evening.

"Home sweet home." Apprehension spoils the moment. Home doesn't feel quite like home once the safety net's been breached.

"Need me to go in with you?" Owada said from the driver's seat.

"I'm fine." Naegi closes the door behind him. "Thanks a lot…for everything,"

"We're always happy to have you."

"Not just that. I mean everything . Yesterday got me thinking and…I wouldn't wish for another best friend in the whole world."

Owada bashfully rubbed his neck. "Enough of that sappy crap. You nervous or somethin'?"

Naegi nodded. "Take care."

He waved goodbye as the truck sped out of sight.

The doors opened for him to enter the apartment. Other residents and guests pass through him on the way to the stairs, leading to his floor.

One step is as far as he makes. "… I want to go back." He said, wistfully. Few things could beat the warmth of a quaint family atmosphere.

Certainly not a lonely apartment.

"I should go to see Yukizome."

He owed her that much.

He backtracks, finding Yukizome's office.

Silence is his only answer on the first knock. He attempts a second, then a third.

"Sorry, we're closed for the day." Yukizome calls out from the other side.

"Oh. I'll come back tomorrow." Naegi said.

"Naegi!?"

He flinched at the ensuing ruckus. "Is everything…okay?"

A disheveled Yukizome flings the door open.

"Hey, there-huh!?" An embarrassing squeak escaped his lips when Yukizome came at him with a surprise hug.

He froze for a moment, before awkwardly hugging back "I…guess it has been a while."

They stayed like that until Yukizome pulled away. Her hands instead cupping his cheeks. "Your eye…."

"It's not as bad as it looks. It'll heal in the coming days." He grasped her fingers with his. "I heard the police asked you some questions. I'm sorry about that."

"It's nothing to apologize for. I'm not too frail that I can't handle a bunch of suits." Yukizome's hands fell to her hips while she proudly puffs her chest.

Naegi breathes a sigh of relief. "That's good. I don't know what I'd have done if you got in more trouble because of my mess."

"Hmm. So it's fine if I'm in hot water as long as it's not your fault, huh?"

"I-I didn't mean it like that."

"Then just be happy everything turned out alright." Yukizome flicked his forehead.

"Ow. Y-You're right. Sorry."

"There you go apologizing again." The landlady gives him an exasperated smile. "Have you settled in yet?"

"Nope. I came here first thing."

Her chin rests against her palm. "Have you talked to Enoshima?"

"It's a little late for that." Not like it would ever be too early to tango with Enoshima. "I'll need my full energy before that endeavor."

Yukizome's eyes shifts to the side. "Is that right? Oh well, I'll take you to your new room."

"W-What happened to my old one!?"

"About that, you won't be staying there. By law, I'm having it renovated."

"I…guess that's not surprising to hear. It was kind of a blind spot in the building."

"And can't be used anymore, sadly." Yukizome grabbed Naegi's hand and walked him to the elevators. "I'll have you relocate to the upper floors."

"This won't affect my rent will it?" Naegi timidly asked on his way up.

"Nope, not a penny!"

Really? It wasn't like this was a cheap residence. It might have been above the standard for rent fares.

They exited the elevator and ended up on the top floor. A red carpet and decorated hallway await.

"Here we go." Yukizome presented him with the key.

Naegi happily accepted and unlocked the door.

Wonder melds with his vision as he takes in his new abode.

The first thing he noticed was the oversized window view of the city nights on the other end.

The ceiling is several levels higher.

The walls look like they had been recently painted white and black.

Beautiful furniture blends with the surroundings, despite their intricate designs. Particularly, the stiped, wide sofa near the fireplace wall beckoned Naegi to rest. If not, the small bookcases were a fine distraction, once filled.

The open kitchen was more spacious than his old living room and was by no means barren. Matching stools are lined up on the counter. The sleek-metallic fridge was years modern than his old. A full kitchen pantry occupied most of the area.

He avoids raiding it, for now. At least until Yukizome leaves so he can pig out…

He finds a media room, with surround speakers lying underneath a television integrated into the wall. He pretty much gives up there.

This penthouse was enough to overwhelm Naegi into a dizzied stupor.

"I-Is it okay for me to live here?"

Yukizome giggles. "I hope so. We already moved all your things while you were in the hospital." She explains, walking him to the spiral staircase.

"…We?"

His question was quickly answered. There was a saying. 'If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is."

Evidence strolls down the stairwell in casual shorts, a white tee, and a wet towel hanging down her neck.

"E-Enoshima?" Less taken aback by her presence, and more on how he hadn't even searched upstairs yet.

He's tempted to ignore her and check it out.

"If it isn't Naegi!" Enoshima greeted, armed with a coy smirk and a teasing glint in her eye.

Really tempted.

"Is this a welcome party?"

"I planned that yesterday, but the guest of honor never arrived...You've got balls standing me up." She deadpans.

"How can you blame me for missing a surprise party I wasn't invited to?"

"I've got all night to think of a way. And many to come…roomie." The last word is punctuated by a deeply menacing grin.

…

"Huh?" Naegi's head slacks to the side.

Yukizome clears her throat "We were in a bind. I couldn't put you anywhere else in the building without having you pay in full. That's when Enoshima came up with the proposal to share rooms."

He was having a bad feeling about this all of a sudden. "H-Hold on, t-that's – how does that make any sense? And what happened to her room?"

"The detective isn't too quick on the uptake." Enoshima takes great pleasure in his confusion. "The two of us share a unit, but my old one was too small for both of us…so I traded up. Now we can live together, no problem."

"There are lots of problems!" Naegi pointed vigorously. "I didn't consent to live with you and…and, this is way more expensive than both our old rooms. Who's paying for it?"

"I am. Didn't I say it was no problem?" Enoshima said matter-of-factly.

"Eh?" Naegi repeats.

"I can totally afford it."

Yukizome nodded.

Enoshima can afford this place? Impossible, I can't picture her working a day in her life.

She's gotta be an heiress…or something. She's so carefree, that's gotta be it.

"I'll leave you two to it. Call me if you need anything, Naegi." A thoroughly amused Yukizome backs out of the scene. The door closing signals the loss of Naegi's sole potential ally.

Enoshima stops by the fridge and picks out two cans of beer. She holds one out for him.

He refuses and ignores the fragrance of fresh strawberries.

Enoshima shrugs, peels open her own, and downs the beverage.

He averts his eyes, waiting patiently. More to get his thoughts in order. "What's in this for you?" It sounds off, coming from him. But this was Enoshima he was talking about. There had to be a catch!

Enoshima licks her lips once finished. He hopes it's about the taste. "It'd be a problem if you had no place to stay, and worse if you moved out. Sooo, why not have you where I can reach any time I want?"

That bad feeling flourishes like a broken dam, washing Naegi away with dread.

"Don't worry your cute little head and let me take care of everything. We'll have so much fun!"

"…I want to go back."