As Michael walked further into the city, he realized that he made a wrong turn. The city of Amaya was like a giant maze, a labyrinth. Michael picked up his cat, Spirit, and looked around.
Michael (whispering): Taru will kill me for sure if I turn up late... but then again I have no idea where I am...
Spirit stared at Michael with his big red eyes and purred softly trying to comfort him.
Michael (whispering) Good cat...
(sorry for bad coloring)


