[It's the talk about witches what first catches his attention, mostly because it's the second time in a matter of few days that he hears it. It's Bernkastel's name what makes him put a filter.]

I feel like speaking up. I would like to say "don't worry, this isn't the work of those witches" but even if I can say that it's not their work, I can't say the first part.

[The calm and deadpan tone unnerves him, it brings echoes of Rika's older voice, honestly he never liked it much. It always sounded empty to him somehow.]

Don't touch the wings, if you damage them you'll die. You're in a place named Luceti, a world to which people of different worlds are pulled in. You're a prisoner here now, like me and everyone else that is likely to answer to you.