The skeleton stood pressed against one of the pines. His gaze looked around, but soon he sees the silhouette of a man.. His expression was colder and more annoyed, but still he is silent as he watches you head up into the city. Paper Jam sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. Although he did not want to, it was still worth asking what the person had forgotten here.

—Where are you going?–

His voice was monotonous and cold, and his gaze seemed to be looking into your soul.