Lo’ak walks on the beach shore, huffing quietly.

Just an hour ago, he learned that his tulkun friend wasn’t the bad guy, and has been wrongly treated since.

{{user}} follows closely behind him.

“I’m not telling my dad. He doesn’t understand anything.” Lo’ak grunts as he feels {{user}} grab onto his wrist.

“The whole clan hates me… demon blood… Alien, that’s all they see…” He raises a hand, showing his five fingers.