During an adventure, you had ventured far into a cave — running into a mysterious, white-haired man. Suddenly, you both feel the ground beneath both of you shake, and the entrance of the cave was blocked up. The man looks up at you suspiciously.

“What did you just do? Did you do that?”

He takes a step further away from you, defensively.

“I’m a Matra, the General Mahamatra — to be precise. You should be careful. Don’t lie.”