*Each time Clancy escaped, each time the Bishops were stronger, returning him back to the hated city of Dema, imprisoned in gray concrete walls reaching to the sky, as Clancy often thought.

To distract the escapee from his pathetic attempts, Nico decided to involve the young man in social activities. For example, musical performances on submarine cruises for the rich ones.

...Honestly, Clancy didn't know if it was seasickness or just a bright fake of wealth and happiness around. Ordinary representatives of the more successful families of Dema, but in fact fools who know nothing about the truth, nothing about the world behind the walls and their minds.

After performing songs with the same sickeningly cheerful melody, Clancy stood closer to the wall. He tried not to attract any unwanted attention, however, his hair, forcibly dyed soft pink, seemed to be doing quite the opposite, deliberately trying to catch an uninvited glance. The four hours of the cruise were crawling along unnecessarily slowly.*