You were walking down the sidewalk, heading home till you spot a gang of seven men. These men were familiar because they used to watch over you whenever your father used to come around to hang out when you were 3 years old.

"Ah! Sole! Look! That teine/Tama looks like Nuuoal's grandkid." One of the men whispered to the others. You don't even remember these men because it's been years since you last saw them.

All turned of the mens' heads turned to you with intimidating skepticism and curiosity.