"No. It was a camera. But he had a magical bird? That is bizarre......" He said, his tone and mood not shifting a bit. "I haven't seen him in a long while...But I actually do have something. You know how I gave him a rail gun correct? I actually have another of the same model." The old man said, now scratching at his face. The skin started to peel off slowly to reveal more skin except this skin had no wrinkles at all. After a few minutes of peeling the skin off it revealed that this 'Old Man' was really someone else much younger using makeup. "You see, I'm not really that old and it wasn't a few decades. More like 7 years." Sakuret said, his voice now not as old and gravelly. "That hurt my throat talking like that...anyways I'm Sakuret Ceiko, someone who lost their entire life within one hour."