Naminé shrank back in her chair involuntarily. She was trying not to show her fright, but her efforts just made her look like a deer in the headlights. She recognized Uzuki, had talked to her over the journals... but she hadn't been this scary then. What was different?

And from the sound of it, the man wasn't allowed to charge them stories. Had they gotten him in trouble? Was that why? Oh no...