As Jenso made his way towards the eye of paradise, something became blaringly obvious among the divers that stood scattered between their crudely constructed crevices. A select few had their eyes locked with the golden hero, three out of every five, stepping slower as they glared in his direction with fiendish intent. Whenever Jenso exchanged their glance, their eyes darted elsewhere instantly. Although Luke's tower wasn't very far away, it felt buried beneath a mountain of revolt, on the cusp of the doubts that seemed evident in the paradise.

	Jenso's foot met the base of the eye, coming to a large iron crevice that looked as if it were carved from a chunk of scrap metal. As he stepped past it, the reddened rock walls of Diver's Paradise vanished, replaced by the calm décor of Luke's main living room. Luke himself stood near the edge, looking out of his bottom floor window with both hands firmly pressing against the softened stone of its rim. He spun around and lit up for a split second, but it didn't take long for the dips in his shoulders to crease anxiously. Luke pushed himself into a spin and faced Jenso, his eyes partially vacant.

	"How're you finding yourself here kiddo?" Luke wheezed. He jerked his neck down, broke eye contact and clenched his teeth. "Sorry, not kiddo- [b]Jenso![/b] You like the place?"