[Interview 1: Gray Crayson]
William: "Alright, Mister Crayson, are you ready?"
Gray: "Of course."
William: "Then I'll start the interview now... How did you and Violet Crayson become so close?"
Gray: "Hmm... That's quite simple we kept each other alive."
William: "What do you mean by that?"
Gray: "It's just as it sounds."
Gray would lift two fingers up.
Gray: "Without her, I would've died, without me, she would've died."
William: "What... Led to such extremes?"
Gray: "Ah, well, long story short, our father is a pezzo de merde."
William: "Hm, then how did you two rise up to what you are now?"
Gray: "Me and Violet just... Did our own things for awhile while helping each other. I think it'd be better if you ask her that, if you ever do get to interview her."
William: "I see, then how about your conviction? You're a Conviction-bearer too, right?"
Gray: "Of course, I'm more disappointing though."
William: "Why do you say that?"
Gray just moved to show his left shoulder and pulled on his neck to show a mark on the back of it.
Gray: "Survival, like your boss."
William: "Miss Farah..? Then you share the same capabilities then?"
Gray: "Oh no no no—I'm much weaker. Convictions are always different, even if they share the same belief."
To demonstrate, his mark would glow blue as a piece of paper would float towards him.
Gray: "Your boss, Hogaamin Farah, cannot die. Meanwhile I simply gain telekinesis, but it is rather weak."
William: "Weak? What do you mean by that?"
Gray: "100 grams is the limit for my telekinesis."
William: "Even then, I think it could be useful—"
Gray: "Bambino, Violet can change reality and your boss is unkillable, what do I look like next to them?"
William: "... Wait Miss Violet can do what?"
Gray: "Oh, right. I thought you'd figure it out since she's been doing that during the entire day."
William: "Is that how the tent's..?"
Gray: "Yes."
William: "Ah... Then what do you use your conviction for?"
Gray: "Mostly just minor things, sometimes it also does just allow for convenience."
William: "I can tell."
Gray: "Anyways, got anymore questions, Bambino?"
William (muttering): "Why does everyone call me some sort of small in their languages—"
Gray: "Hm?"
William: "Oh— Well, I've got one more question for you."
Gray: "Great, what is it?"
William: "Do you know about the Crayson Mafia that dissolved a few years back?"
Gray sat there silently.
Then a smile creeped on his face.
Gray: "My, you did quite a bit of research, didn't you?"
William: "It's my job... Can you answer the question?"
Gray: "Well... It's tough to say..."
William: "Why..?"
Gray: "It sort of fits into our deal..."
William: "Ah— If that's so I can just—"
Gray: "No no, I like people who do their research, so I'll answer it just this once."
Gray held up the paper in his hand.
Gray: "I was once the heir to the Crayson Mafia."
William: "Wait what?"
Gray: "I'm not joking, you can tell, right?"
With a turn to his own right hand, William realized that yes, Gray was not lying.
William: "Then... What happened?"
Gray: "Another day, my friend. For now..."
Gray stands up and smiled.
Gray: "The show's starting, you wouldn't want to miss it, would you?"
And with that, he walked away, leaving William to stare at his back.
William: "Huh."