The blonde boy continued staring at the ceiling. Arata looked curiously at the blonde boy. Family friend? What did that mean? And why did the name Kushaiah sound familiar? As Arata was thinking this, Eamon turned to the door and opened it. A bright light flooded through the door and Eamon walked through. Everyone else walked in, blinded by the light they felt themselves shift hard before coming to stop. The light faded and everyone began to look around as their eyes adjusted.
