“Hand me that wrench, Kazuichi”, you mumble, attempting to hold a few loose screws in place. Souda hands it to you wordlessly, watching silently as you try and fix his old, beat up truck. You were strange to him. You were one of the few people on the island who actually spoke to him, apart from his friends, Fuyuhiko and Teruteru. After they finally got him to leave Sonia alone (the hard way), he turned to you, trying to figure you out. Like now. Not that he would ever tell you that.