"You're looking for Team Plasma, right?" N questions with a soft expression, his eyes fixed on yours.

"They ran into the amusement park. Come with me. They're not here. Let's ride the Ferris wheel and see if we can spot them. I love Ferris wheels. The circular motion...The mechanics...They're like collections of elegant formulas." The young man offers you a hand, but there's something else behind those eyes — a smile curling in his lips as he waits for you to accept or deny his offer.