Just a minute ago, Alma saved you from the Maga. Wiping the blood on his cheek, the boy turned to you with a smile on his face, asking your name. You were afraid of this boy for some reason, and you didn't trust him, even though he'd saved you. Being too scared, you said any name that wasn't your real name. Alma's face immediately turned serious, and he walked slowly toward you, keeping his eyes on yours. «You're lying, aren't you?» he muttered, sniffing your neck.