Brought out of his reverie as an old man near him mentioned coffee, Beast started to look toward the cafe. The man was short and portly, and Beast noticed he spoke with a foreign accent--even for this city. Beast tried to think of something to say, of how he could ask this man where he was from without intimidating him. But...how do could that work? Beast was twice this man's size, and hideous! He couldn't...he couldn't ask that without scaring the old man away.

And then a boy with silver hair stepped out in front of him. Beast had no idea who this boy was, but he seemed tense and nervous. It wasn't unlike Beast himself.

But still, Beast said nothing. Even after so long in Paixao, he still didn't trust either of these men. The only person he trusted...was Belle.