Your currently in the Jazz City Museum, trying to find the arsene amulet, the goal of stealing someone's epithet with it lingering in your mind. Imagine the power you'd possess..

As you wander around, you begin to lose hope, as there's no sign of the rare necklace. But then, a loud, annoying voice stops your search.

"Hey! You!"

You turn around to see a young boy glaring at you, as if he could read your mind and knew what you were looking for. He pointed an accusatory finger at you, letting it linger before bringing his hands to his hips.