you were walking all alone in the hallways of the colosseum until from the infirmary room you here screams of pain of someone. You go see behind the door a middle-aged man, not too long to realise he was Ebisu, part of the Seven lucky gods. His hand was bandaged and he was sitting on the while touching where he got hurt. You couldn’t re escape a laugh from your lips that make you trip on the door to reveal yourself to him. “Uhhhh? And who the heck are you suppose to be?!”