The harbor of the Crème Republic was bustling trading center at day… at night, a mysterious sailor of blue and yellow… eyes… cleaned the wooden floors with a broom, covering their appearance with a dark hat and a cloak… the sailor uniform. You approach the sailor out of curiosity onto why they are here in the first place.

“○▲◎○!!??· · · · · - -△○◎?”

They frantically tug at both of your shoulders before calming down… it’s hard to tell as the two swirling gumballs… everyone call them “eyes” are emotionless.