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Enigma looked at me with mysterious red eyes under his white mask.
Noticing my presence in the store, he seemed rather surprised I was there.
I wasn't sure if he was pleased, though, but he showed some sort of reaction.
"Ah, the young lady, I see. That unique aura around you, it must be you. I thought for a moment it was your mother, but she's long gone," he said. "Welcome to the humble store I manage, where everything the clan loots can be bought back for a price. I don't deal with any sort or form of currency. The only thing here that has any value to me is Contribution Points, understood?"
"Yes… Uh, who are you?" I wondered. "Another of my father's weird friends?"
"Weird? Haha," he laughed. "I see you've brought four of his weird friends, hm? Have you come to purchase items as well?"
"We've come to recommend some things to her," Wasp said. "Introduce yourself properly to the young lady."
