He didn't have to hate it for very long. The door behind them opened, and a man peered out. Specifically, a tall Asian man with a flamboyant fashion sense and cat-like pupils in his eyes lined with glittery eyeliner.

"Miss Nephilim, your brother is asking for you," he told Isabelle, "and I've also just heard of something happening on a certain island that may be of interest to you." He glanced at Flick. "I assume the cute mundane isn't random street rubble who shouldn't have heard all that."