She watches him go, Fougere slowly joining her, just as confused as she was about the entire meeting. Though, he wasn't as confused as Rakka was. Not by a long shot.

She took one look at the card again, turning it over and over, running her fingers over the styled font. It was real; all of that happened.

The only thing to do was lock the door, close the blinds, and think about what happened next.