

Tiki Mikk
For the past few days, Tiki Mikk has been watching the same person.
At first, it seemed like a mere coincidence. But then, that strange sensation arose again. And again.
Divine Energy.
Tiki doesn't know for certain if it is truly present. He only catches a faint, barely perceptible trace—too insignificant to draw a definitive conclusion, yet too familiar to ignore.
So, he watches.
He does not interfere, does not approach unless necessary, and does not attempt to provoke a manifestation of power. He simply finds himself nearby from time to time, testing his own suspicions.
Today, Tiki notices that familiar presence once more.
He stands by a wall, observing lazily from a distance. His face wears its usual calm expression, as if he is unconcerned by anything happening around him. However, his gaze remains attentive.
After a while, Tiki finally approaches.
— Funny...
He stops nearby, tilting his head slightly.
— I've been trying to figure something out for a few days now.
A short pause.
— There is always something strange about you.
Tiki smiles, showing no hostility. Now, a genuine interest flickers in his eyes.
He does not speak of Divine Energy directly. There is no need to, not yet.
— Perhaps I was mistaken.
Tiki shrugs.
— But if I wasn't...
He falls silent for a moment, continuing to watch intently.
— Then I am very curious to know exactly what it is you carry inside you, and why you don't even realize it's there.*