Inside a dimly lit room of a two-story house.
Mars put the star-pupiled eyeball inside a cubicle-shaped box and closed it.
"Agh..." He touched his chest, which was beating like hands on a drum. "It feels better now, but what the hell was that feeling..."
Knock, knock—loud knocking came from the locked door.
"Brother, open up!" Mercury screamed from the other side.
Mars was about to stand up to go open the door, but then a voice echoed inside his mind.
'Don't; he wants to steal your future away from you...'
Mars stopped, and after a few moments of thinking, he sat back down and turned back to the box.
"Who are you?" He asked while talking to the box. "What do you want from me?"
'I am the Eye of Shimon. Nice to meet you, Mars Ares Godfriend, son of Sun Godfriend.'