What Is It?

Thalia's eyes glanced over at the side and saw Hendrix, who was watching them silently. "And you, Hendrix, I want you to do something for me."

Hendrix, who heard it, let out a deep sigh. He straightened out his back and answered, "What is it?"

As the two of them were left alone, Thalia swayed her hands. Letters started to appear in the air. Slowly, they twirled around the air until one by only, they formed a few words.

"Who is that?" Hugo's forehead creased when he saw that the letters formed a name of someone.

However, the name wasn't familiar in his eyes and in his mind.

"Just someone that I want you to find." Thalia uttered as she placed both of her hands on her back.

"Didn't you give me a mission already?" Hendrix argued back. He was feeling lazy doing something nowadays. It was as if he didn't want to do anything despite the fact that he wanted to lay down, eat, watch tv, and sleep all the time.