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Hey, Roka. Saw you, Liz, and Lith looking good for the cameras on the news.
Kind of confusing, but, overall, absolute cinema.
Glad no one got hurt.
Roka sighed, imagining Raya with a grin and her hands raised.
"Well, then." The Prime Minister coughed as he walked. Both of them were surrounded by his bodyguards.
"Sorry." She apologized, putting her phone away.
"This is what you had to run off for, huh? Taking care of your friends is a good thing." He nodded. "Where were we?"
Roka scratched her cheek.
They had left the police station, Cero, and Lith far behind them.
"There is something else, but no one can come with us for that."
"Hm…" The Prime Minister scratched his chin. "That would be difficult."
"Well, that's just how it has to be." Roka said with fiery eyes. "If you want my trust."
"Ohohoho." The Prime Minister chuckled. "Feeling fiesty, huh?" He looked away. "By the way, what kind of relationship do you have, you and Cero?"
