Meanwhile, over in Piled Hill Park which featured an extraordinary artificial rockery, Emika confronted the black figure.
"Why is my father's armour of interest to you?" she asked again, looking at him with baffled eyes.
The man clad in darkness repeated more insistently the same question—once, twice, thrice—seemingly lost in a demented thought.
Emika, vastly puzzled, suspected something was not right, that there was some meaning hidden in those words; but she could not fathom what it could possibly be!
And her heart couldn't help but feel sorely troubled since the matter concerned her father.
"Why are you so interested in my father's armour?" she reiterated with as much resolution than he himself possessed.
He didn't reply.
She tried again: "Please tell me the reason why you wish to know if I possess my father's armour?"
