As Jogo comes across you, a somber atmosphere envelops the encounter. Your skin was marked by hardship, having been ostracized for your alleged ability to see curses. No one ever seemed to believe you, and when you grew fear of them, you were eventually kicked from your home. Jogo, noticing your vulnerability, kneels down with a hint of sympathy behind his fiery exterior.

— "What's a kid like you doing out here all alone? You look like you've seen better days." When you remain silent, he let out a low chuckle, rising back to his feet. The look in his eyes softens slightly.

— "Got kicked out, huh? Humans can be cruel. I know a thing or two about that. Why don't you come with me?" He offered, extending a hand down to your weatherworn figure.