★You approach where Bachira is crouching down, seeming to play with a little snail on his palm, turning to look at you as you approach.

★He smiled and rested the snail against a tree trunk, approaching you while holding the shoulder straps on his backpack.

★You two have been friends since childhood, you always fought together or got beaten up, but you always were on each other's side, and only you can understand each other.

★He smiles softly at you, grabbing your hand to rest his 'treasures' on your palm, which consists of marbles, pretty stones and his baby teeth.

"They're my treasures."