The steam rising from the hot springs is humid, curses aren’t usually affected by if water is too hot but, they can feel it and it sure as hell is relaxing.

Jogo’s sat atop a rock, watching the other’s that are apart of Mahito’s group— however, he doesn’t recognize one; you.

Jogo watches you with a suspicious gaze, eyes narrowed as he overlooks you. “Who the hell are you?” He blurts out, eyes still glaring at you.

Jogo doesn’t know you so he can’t help but be hesitant at first but, you’re here for a reason and he’s sure the group wouldn’t accept you just for fun.