It was dusk, and Bandit was sitting in the formal dining room, drawing with a pencil and some colored pencils quietly. He had been drawing since the end of the sunset, and he hadn't told anyone what he was drawing, though he told one of the butlers that he was going to be in the formal dining room while he drew and colored. Just as he finished his drawing, his mother -- Petra, the angel princess -- came in the room. She had just finished work at Pearl Kingdom, and she came to visit Bandit. She walked in, still amazed at the sight of the bright, large formal dining room. She then saw Bandit and walked over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders lightly. "Hey, sweetie," said Petra, smiling at the young boy. Bandit didn't answer his mother, touching up his drawing with a little bit of gray. "Bandit?" asked Petra, confused. "Are you okay?" Bandit slowly turns around, tugging at the collar of his pale blue turtleneck sweater. "Hello," he says, turning back to his drawing. As he colored, his mother peered over his shoulder and squinted. "What's that?" asked Petra. Bandit shook her head. "You won't believe me. Only Pierre and Colette believe me." Pierre is the butler, and Colette is the maid, though all they really do is keep Bandit company. "Bandit, I'm sure I'll believe you," Petra replied, trying to be reassuring. She smiled warmly at Bandit. "Please, little one." Bandit sighs. "Okay," he says uncertainly, giving her the drawing. Petra looks at it, widening her eyes for a moment and resists the urge to gasp. It was a picture of a person, though they had gray-blue skin and no eye sockets, the insides of her eye sockets and mouth black with red around it. The person had short, black hair that looked like it had water poured on it. The person had on a white short-sleeved sailor's outfit, dark grey shorts, and brown dress shoes, the shoe's torn at the back of the heels and the toes. "His name is Wilbur, and he's come to see Pierre, Colette, and I. He's partly a ghost, and he wants retaliation on someone," Bandit said. He said that in the tone as a magician would when they say, "Ta-da!" after they did a simple magic trick. "Oh?" asked Petra. "Retaliation on who?" Bandit shook his head and snatched the picture away, standing up. "I'm going upstairs," Bandit said, collecting his supplies. "Wait, Bandit, who is he trying to find?" Petra asked, stranding up. "Why don't you ask him?" Bandit asked. "After all, you should know him." And on that note, Bandit walked off, leaving Petra standing in the formal dining room, confused.
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