Something told Fionn that this was about to go downhill very, very fast. The tension was thick, and more and more people were approaching. Which was strange… because last time he heard, they [i]weren’t[/i] supposed to be there if they weren’t in the mafia. Did that mean that Daisuke’s new “friend” and that girl were part of the mafia? If so, from which family? Were they hostile toward the Vongola? [i]So many questions…[/i] Fionn rubbed the back of his head, kind of confused with what was going on. So many people were talking at once… and then Abby spoke up and asked if they already got accepted into the Vongola. [i]Now that’s another good question… that I don’t know the answer to. Where’s Sonya?[/i] The red haired woman should be there to help them along the way, not to dump them there and watch them run around like chicken without heads…

Prospero and Naoto suddenly disappeared, leaving Jak flailing as she asked where they went. [i]Where [b]did[/b] they go?[/i] What would happen if Naoto was killed right then and there? Some Guardians they would be… [b]”How are we supposed to protect someone that just vanished into thin air?”[/b] Fionn questioned, walking over to Jak and studying the place where Naoto was. There was no sign of a struggle… so he couldn’t have been dragged away. [b]”T-they… couldn’t have just poofed right?”[/b] 

Like always, Fionn’s voice was shaky and soft, and was easily lost in between everyone’s conversation. He became quiet again, peering close at the area where Naoto stood. Even if he was skeptical that they had just vanished, whatever trick Prospero performed was amazing. He was a magician—or illusionist, whatever one would call him—of high caliber. [i]How are we supposed to fight him then? If he knows hypnotism… he could turn all of us on each other, right?[/i] The mere thought send shudders up and down his spine. [i]Calm down, Fionn. Sonya couldn’t have sent us against such a powerful enemy already… right?[/i] Even as he tried to calm his frayed nerves, Fionn couldn’t help but feeling as if Sonya had sent them here to fight Prospero. [i]All I have is my hands and legs to fight… and I don’t know any martial arts…[/i]

Someone else came up to them, shouting something in broken Italian. Fionn turned his amber eyes toward her, his expression becoming even more worried than before. The woman was shouting “bad”, “assassin”, and “Vongola”. [b]”A-Assassin? What assassin? Who?”[/b] Fionn piped in a shrill voice, beginning to tremble visibly. Oh no. This was bad. Who was the assassin? It had to be Prospero or this girl. [b]”I don’t know who’s the assassin…”[/b] he chirped softly. [b]”J-Jak… do you understand what she’s saying? Something about a bad assassin…”[/b]