As Prismo put on his sunglasses, his world takes on a darker hue: grey and brown. Other colors seem to wash out like dyes bleeding from a bad laundry load. He cracked a smile, fixing his sunglasses. The lad knew it's not bright enough to truly need them, yet he felt it was appropriate just like what Noel requested. He had to trust his initiative, the challenge Noel gave wasn't simple.
First of all, he needs to find where and when will the daggers would be imposed. Second, there was a feasibility that murians may passed by; He just hopes no one would come at this time. The dull sounds of footsteps entered his hearing range, ears perking up and he drew his gaze sideward.
A sharp cry of wind resounded through the area. Prismo leaped then channeled his strength through his feet. He hastily ran through you, who just entered the premises and got his gripped by a dagger. "Good evening, miss." He greeted with a smile. "I suggest you took the other path though." He chuckled, throwing the dagger on the muddled path.