chaos quirked a brow at that. "The ones in city hall?" he asked, hoping Napellus would further enlighten him. "Does anyone know their intentions?"

The heartless sounded bad enough without someone actively controlling them. They weren't Gnosis - not quite, anyway - but they were just as bad in their way. Maybe he needed to do a little snooping...

In no sense further interested in the cup of coffee he'd barely sipped, chaos pushed the cup away and folded his hands on the table top. He wouldn't make the mistake of trying it again.