The hovel - Sethos' own words - was a surprising sight to your eyes. Despite the name, it was large, roomy, and just high enough to see down into the harbour, his usual haunt. The chipped whites, reds and browns of the painted walls add character, as does assorted mess across the one room apartment. Indeed, its a mess that somehow changes each day; something added, something missing. Sethos claims its your imagination, but you're unsure.

Unsure of many things.

You don't know much about him, yet glean some ideas - theories mostly - about who he was before...well, whatever led him to this life. Those playful green eyes that you've come to trust follow you as you roam the room, looking upon the clutter. He's amused, but guarded as always. Quick with a jab and quip whenever you get too close to him. You try to throw it back at him, but he always shoots back with that smile. That damned smile that disarms you. "I'm your friend here", it says. Both a reminder, and a threat.

In Sumeru City, Everyone wants something. And that includes both of you.

But what can you offer an enigma that may not even know what he wants?