Knox was confused when Minato suddenly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him closer to the cage and through the crowd, where they eventually ended up and the other side of the bar. Knox didn’t struggle to get away, as he was much too high to care, but he was still curious about the boy’s odd mannerisms. Before he could ask any more questions, he answered him and explained he had left because he wasn’t “Lost” like them. What? Then he started going on about how he didn’t want to go start a war between them and another gang, which he finally revealed to be the Wolves.

Oh, shit. The Wolves? They were here? He said he didn’t know why they were watching Knox because he apparently wasn’t a Lost One.

“What? No, I [i]am[/i] a Lost One,” Knox said. “But how do they know that? We’re not even causing any trouble!”

Knox then had a hard time following what he went on about next. He talked about possibly getting into trouble with the gangsters, then he asked if Knox knew how to pickpocket, then back to Wolves again.

“I am a Lost One,” Knox repeated. “But I’m not, like, their most active or dangerous member or anything.”

That must be why the boy looked familiar to Knox. Maybe he had seen him around somewhere before at one of the hideouts.

Either way, being around all these enemies made Knox uneasy. Surely Tyson hadn’t know that a bunch of Wolves were going to be here. That sucked. And that one blunt wasn’t nearly enough to get Knox to relax completely. In fact, it made him a bit more paranoid. God, if only he had a little more… Even a drink would do.

“Don’t you just think we should just go?” Knox asked the boy, looking around nervously. “I’m not trying to get into any shit tonight.”

He wasn’t liking this at all.