"Sakuret. Also your cigarette is lit on the wrong side...Damien." He said, looking back at Damien. Sakuret felt as if something was off with this situation but put it aside, he shouldn't really be suspicious much anymore. "You know...I used to know someone here, fancied himself a suit like yours, though he never talked. I never saw his face but he and I were friends you could call it. I still remember his cobalt flame...Now he's gone and I'm stuck here, watching newcomers come to the Dojo every day." Sakuret told his small story, his motives unclear.