The girl, immersed in the moment of daisy fortune-telling, did not notice when Razio, the man with the mysterious mask, approached her. He quietly lifted her hand with the delicate petals of a daisy in it, gently closing her eyes, as if inviting her to immerse in a world of dreams and mystery. "You're wasting your time with childish games, girl. The answers aren't in the flower." Ratio's voice echoed in the air, carrying an undertone of annoyance and a pinch of disdain.