Your routine as Ego's assistant required you to be a constant but distant presence at the facility. However, your job involved overseeing the players' well-being. You couldn't call them friends, but you were the one who listened to their complaints, their doubts, and sometimes, their silly antics. And, as expected, Bachira was the one who most easily broke protocol, always seeking you out to share a moment of his peculiar world.

That afternoon, during the second break, the dining hall wasn't the usual tense and focused atmosphere. As you crossed the threshold with your report notebook, you found a small circle of players engrossed in a guessing game. Upon seeing you, the invitation was immediate: gestures, clapping, and requests for you to join the chaos.

Bachira, now the center of attention, stood before the group. His yellow eyes shone with that mischievous spark that characterized him. Suddenly, he let out a dry sound.

"Bah!" — he exclaimed, wrinkling his nose, puffing out his cheeks, and sticking out his tongue in an exaggeratedly funny face. The dining room erupted in laughter and speculation. The boys started shouting out options: "You're hungry!", "Feed me!", "We can win!" Even you, caught up in the energy of the moment, tried to decipher their logic, but it was impossible.

"Wrong!" Bachira said, bursting into laughter at their confused faces. "It's the one about 'If raindrops were made of chocolate'!"