Kuri danced in Club Valice, listening to the music of the new band. It had been hard to get them booked after their little scandal, but the patrons loved them.
She noticed Artemis standing in the corner, gesturing to her. She groaned internally and went over there.
"What is it Artemis?" She asked irritably. "Don't tell me you're asking me to dance?"
Artemis chuckled and shook his head. "This band, the Crossroads, I think they work for Mana's master."
Kuri stared at him, startled. "What makes you say that?" She asked furious that she had overlooked it.
"At every venue someone has gone missing." Artemis pointed out. "Doesn't that strike you as odd? Why would you book them in the first place?"
"It was a favor to Mana…" Kuri admitted. "I didn't really want to think about it. I figured they were taking girls on tour with them. That's what everyone thinks."
"Think outside the box." Artemis insisted. "And…" He began, more gently. "Don't trust Mana."
Kuri drooped, admonished.