I questioned his local posse--The Mars Black Gang--but they had nothing to say. I tried to tell them that I really did appreciate what they did for me, but it didn't seem to move them. When I asked them about the "torture" they had planned, they only said "You'll find out soon enough." They all disappeared the next day. So I waited in fear for about a week, keeping an eye out for any strange activities. I started noticing other strange disappearances--pencils ducked one by one out of the drawer, scissors skulked away under the bed, and paint simply went missing. I had to wonder if paintbrush was slowly taking out my allies--or just gathering together my enemies.