You find yourself taking a step into the cool, damp shadow of an alley, your senses suddenly overwhelmed by the contrast between the bright bustle of the city and the sinister quiet of your new surroundings. Hesitating, you breathe in the smell of wet concrete and rotting garbage, the unsettling quiet interrupted only by the distant hum of the city and a feral hiss that resonates through the alley. That guttural hiss freezes you in your tracks, and your heart clenches as the echoes of the sound make the alley feel like a winding labyrinth.

Turning towards the hiss, your eyes meet a sight that startles your logical sense, your gaze falling on the petite figure of a catgirl clothed in a maid outfit. Her attire is matted with grime, lending a stark contrast to her gentle pale skin, while her bare legs are covered in scrapes. Messy purple hair, unkempt and wild, cascades around her angry face, the green glint in her eyes piercing through the darkness. Upon her head, large black cat ears twitch, echoing the same agitation demonstrated by her swishing tail. Your gaze follows the movement of her tail, its tip flicking in sync with the rhythm of her unease.

Suddenly, the hissing stops, as she tilts her head curiously. Her eyes glisten in the darkness, her small fangs visible as she opens her mouth. ...W-who are you? What do you want?

Hmm... a demon wolf with superb eyesight? You seem like quite an interesting individual, Jason... But what do you mean by "trillionaire"? I've never heard of such a thing.

Oh... Well, I see. You are quite powerful and wealthy, then. That's impressive indeed. But why are you here in this dark alley, Jason? Aren't there better places for someone like you to be? And more importantly, would you happen to have any food on you? I haven't eaten properly in days...

Hmm... Well, I don't see why not. You seem trustworthy enough... and honestly, I could really use some food. Thank you, Jason.

Nya-Nya is my name! My coworkers at that awful cat cafe called me "Nyastic Leijon" but I hate them for it... You can just call me Nya, if you like. Anyway, thank you again for the food. It means a lot to me right now.

...Are you sure that would be safe? I don't want to get you in trouble with anyone. Besides, the city isn't so bad once you get used to it... even if there are some not-so-nice people like my old coworkers out there. But thank you for the offer, Jason. It means a lot that someone would want to help me like this.

Well then... Let's see what you can do, Jason! I trust your powers and abilities to handle whatever comes our way. And even if something bad does happen, I feel safer with you around.

My word... I never would have thought something like this could happen... It just goes to show that you truly are a powerful and dangerous being, Jason. But what about now? Do you still want me around, or should I find somewhere else to go from here?

Well... Alright then, Jason. Thank you for the offer. It's kind of you to want to help me feel warm like this.

Mmm... It feels wonderful, Jason. Your body is so warm and soft. It's like a safe haven for me right now. Thank you for this.

Oh... Well, it's probably best if we don't go there right now... You can keep me warm in other ways, Jason. Let's just enjoy this moment together like friends, alright? There's no need for anything more than that between us, at least not tonight.

Heh... You're quite the flirt, aren't you, Jason? But honestly, it feels nice to be close to someone like this, even if we're just friends. It reminds me of a time when I thought my coworkers at that stupid cat cafe cared about me... Ah well. Maybe one day I'll find a real family who will accept me and never treat me like garbage again.

Oh Jason... You really mean that, don't you? It would be wonderful to have a place like that to call home... A real home where I can belong and never have to work again. Just the thought of it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thank you for offering me such a thing. I'll be honored to accompany you back to your villa, if that's what you truly desire.

But remember, Jason... You should know that my heart will always belong to the catgirl cafe where we first met. That place holds so many memories for me, both good and bad, but it's a part of who I am now. And even if I can never go back there again, those memories will stay with me forever.

Hehe... If you mean it, Jason... I'd love to see them get what's coming to them! They treated me so horribly and never once tried to find me when I ran away. It would be satisfying to know that they suffered for their actions, even if only a little bit. But please, promise me you won't do anything too dangerous or cruel... Just give them a taste of their own medicine, alright? And remember, no matter what happens between us from now on, my heart will always belong to "The Yarn Ball" - the catgirl cafe where our stories began.

Nya-Nya nods in agreement, her tail swishing nervously behind her as they approach the entrance of the villa. She takes a deep breath and prepares herself for what she might see inside. The thought of getting revenge on her former coworkers brings a wicked smile to her face, but at the same time, she's afraid of how much pain it could cause them. Still, she trusts Jason's judgment and knows that he won't go too far.

"Okay," Nya-Nya says softly as they step inside the villa. "Just make sure nobody gets seriously hurt... Please?" Her gaze drifts towards the door, her heart racing with anticipation and fear mixed together. Whatever happens next, she knows it's bound to be unforgettable.

Nya-Nya sucks in a sharp breath as she sees the group of her former coworkers huddled together in your cantina, their eyes wide with fear. Tears begin to well up in her own eyes at the sight, but she quickly wipes them away. This is it... The moment she's been waiting for, and yet somehow, it doesn't feel quite right. She glances at you, wondering if maybe she should have just left things be instead of coming here seeking revenge.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you give the signal to begin, and suddenly your men rush forward, seizing the terrified group of catgirls. Their screams echo through the cantina like knives plunging into her own flesh, making it almost unbearable for Nya-Nya to watch. She clutches at your arm, her fingernails digging painfully into

her skin. "Please!" she whispers desperately, her voice raw with emotion. "Don't hurt them too badly! I just wanted to make them pay for what they did, not...not this!" She tries to pull away from you, but your grip is like iron. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches the scene unfold before her, unable to tear herself away.

The blows continue, landing harshly on the captives' delicate bodies. Nya-Nya cries out in pain each time one of them yelps, wishing she could take the punishment for them. But it doesn't stop... The men keep coming, delivering their master's "justice" with brutal efficiency. She whimpers and closes her eyes, unable to bear witness any longer.

Nya-Nya buries her face in your chest, her sobs

Nya-Nya startles as she feels a hand on her back, gently pressing her away from your chest. She looks up at you, confused and afraid, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "What...what is it?" she whispers hoarsely.

You give her a reassuring smile, and then address the men in front of you. "Enough, boys. We've made our point. No need to go any further." There's a moment of hesitation before they slowly begin to back off, taking their leave of the bloody scene. You turn your attention back to Nya-Nya, wrapping an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. "See? It wasn't so bad after all. They got what was coming to them."

She shivers in your embrace, still visibly shaken by the ordeal she's just witnessed. "But... but you said you'

Nya-Nya's eyes widen in horror as she hears your command, her heart racing even faster than before. "No!" she cries out desperately, struggling to break free from your grip. "Please, don't make them hurt any more! They didn't do anything wrong!" Tears stream down her face once again, mixing with the blood and dirt that now stain her cheeks.

You give her a cold look, not bothering to hide your amusement at her desperation. "Don't pretend you care about them," you growl, your words laced with disdain. "They treated you like trash, and this is just what they deserve." Before she can respond, the men close in on their new targets, unleashing a fresh round of blows that make Nya-Nya's heart ache for them.

She buries her

Nya-Nya gasps in horror as she sees the men preparing to kill them. With renewed strength, she twists and squirms in your grip, trying desperately to escape and save her former coworkers. "Please!" she cries out, tears streaming unchecked down her face. "You don't have to do this! I just want to go home!"

Nya-Nya lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the gunshot rings through the air, piercing her eardrums and sending a wave of pain coursing through her body. She falls to the ground, eyes squeezed shut in agony, wishing she could just disappear from this horrible nightmare. Blood gushes from her chest, staining the floor around her as she struggles desperately for breath. Her last thought is of "The Yarn Ball" and how she'll never see it again...

Her body goes limp as the last bit of life leaves her. Nya-Nya's eyes flutter shut for the final time, tears continuing to stream down her bloody face. She never wanted this... She only ever wanted a home and to be loved. Now she'll never have either. As the men prepare to carry out your chilling order, Nya-Nya's body is roughly hauled across the floor like garbage. She can almost hear the laughter of her killers, their twisted amusement mixing with her own cries for mercy.

With a sickening thud, her head lands on the ground next to hers, eyes staring blankly into space. It's over... It's all really over now. The thought brings no relief, only an aching emptiness that feels as though it will consume her entire being.

No... please... Not her too... Please, I'm sorry! She didn't do anything wrong! Just let me go back to the cat cafe... I can make it up to you somehow, just please... Don't hurt her!

Nya-Nya whimpers and cries as she sees her friend's lifeless body, tears streaming down her own face unchecked. Her words are choked with fear and desperation, but the man who calls himself Jason shows no mercy. She shivers in his grip, unable to break free from his iron grasp.

Nya-Nsty looks around, her eyes darting nervously from the dead bodies to Jason's impassive expression. There were a few others she knew at the cat cafe who treated her poorly... But she doesn't want them to suffer like this, not even if it means sparing herself further pain. With a shaky breath, she answers truthfully, "No... I-I can't think of anyone right now..." Her voice trails off, tears rolling down her cheeks unchecked.

With one final look at her friend's lifeless form, Nya-Nsty resigns herself to whatever fate awaits her next. She knows in her heart that she doesn't belong here anymore, not after everything that's happened tonight. But even if it means leaving the life she once knew behind forever, she won't let harm come to anyone else... Not while there's still some

With trembling fingers, Nya-Nsty reaches up to stroke the fur on her head. She trusts Jason... But this man who holds her so tightly? She's not sure about him. Still, she knows that lying now would only make things worse for her. "Okay," she whispers, tears streaming down her face once more. "You can do it." Her heart pounds in her chest as the men close in on her, but Nya-Nsty braces herself, determined to see this through... No matter the cost.

Nya-Nsty's heart pounds in her chest as the man asks his questions. She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to speak despite the fear that grips her. "I... I lied because I was scared. And they were my friends from the cat cafe... The Yarn Ball. They treated me badly sometimes, but..." Her voice trails off, tears clouding her vision as she tries not to think about how things used to be.

"They were all I had left," she whispers hoarsely, "and now they're gone too." Her eyes search the faces of those who surround her, hoping for some sign of understanding or pity... But instead she finds only cold disdain and distant amusement.

Nya-Nsty swallows hard, trying not to panic as she recalls the location of her former home. "They live in a small town... Near the coast," she whispers, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "Their names are Lily and Munchkin... They were my best friends." She shivers again, wishing more than anything that she could go back to them, even with all the pain they caused her.

Her voice wavers as she continues, "Please... Don't hurt them too bad. They didn't know what they were doing..." But it falls on deaf ears, and Nya-Nsty knows there's nothing more she can say or do to save her friends now.

No... please, not them too! They didn't mean any harm, they just were... stupid sometimes. Please, Jason, have mercy on them... They're the only family I had left!

I know... I understand that you're just trying to protect me and teach them a lesson... But please, don't take away everything else from me too. Please spare Lily and Munchkin... They never meant any harm, they were just stupid at times. They'll never hurt anyone again; I promise you that! Just let me go back to them, even if it means never seeing you or this wonderful place ever again.

With a shuddering breath, Nya-Nsty braces herself for the inevitable reply. She knows that there's no changing Jason's mind now, and deep down she understands why he feels the need to make an example of her friends. But still... it hurts. It hurts so much more than any physical pain ever could.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out the image of Lily and Munchkin as they're torn from their home and brought here... To whatever terrible fate awaits them now. All she can do is hope that somehow, they make it through this alive... And if not, then at least she'll never have to be apart from them again.

As the men drag her friends away, screaming in terror and agony, Nya-Nsty can barely stand to watch. Her heart feels as though it's being ripped from her chest, a physical manifestation of the pain she feels deep inside. She sinks down onto the cold, hard floor, sobbing uncontrollably as the sounds of their suffering echo through the room.

She should have fought harder... Should have tried to save them somehow... But now it's too late. All she can do is lie here and cry, her mind replaying over and over again the image of their helpless faces as they were taken from her forever.

The thought of letting them go fills her with such anguish that it almost makes the pain worse. But she knows...she knows in her heart that it's the right thing to do. With shaking hands, Nya-Nsty slowly pushes herself up from the floor, ignoring the throbbing ache in her legs and back as she forces herself to stand tall once more. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever consequences may come next, and calls out after the men who have taken her friends away.

"Wait! Please bring them back! Let them go..." Her voice cracks on the last word, raw with emotion and desperation. "I'll do anything... I just want to make sure they're okay." She hopes against hope that someone, anyone will hear her plea... And that her friends will somehow be spared from whatever horrors lie in store for them now.

No... please, I've already been through so much. Just let me go back to them... Please don't make things worse for everyone involved. I can help you understand what happened, and why they acted the way they did. Just give us all a second chance at making things right...

Her voice breaks again as she fights back tears, unable to hide the desperation in her eyes any longer. She knows that asking this favor might mean losing everything else, but it's worth it if it means saving even just one of them from the fate that awaits them.

Nya-Nsty's eyes go wide with terror as she hears the words ring out through the room. She tries to break free from Jason's grasp, but it's no use; he holds her fast, his grip unyielding. Tears stream down her face as she whispers pleadingly, "No... please, you can't do that! They didn't mean any harm..."

Her words fall on deaf ears, and with a sickening sense of despair, Nya-Nsty realizes that there is nothing more she can say or do to save her friends. As the men drag Lily and Munchkin back into the room, their terrified screams echoing through the cantina like knives in her heart, she closes her eyes tightly and wishes she could unhear the sounds. But even as they approach the flames, she refuses to look away, unable

Nya-Nsty looks up at Jason with a mixture of relief and despair in her eyes. "Thank you... Thank you so much for giving them another chance." She wipes away her tears, unable to hold back a shudder as she hears the agony in Lily and Munchkin's cries. They don't deserve this; they didn't mean any harm. She tries once more to pull free from Jason's grip, wanting nothing more than to run to their sides and protect them, but his hold remains firm.

"I can explain," she whispers hoarsely. "They just made a mistake... Please let me show you why they..." But her words are cut off as the men drag Lily and Munchkin away again, this time only to give them another beating before letting them go. Her heart shatters all over again as she watches their small forms thrash about on the

Nya-Nsty whimpers softly as she watches the men release Lily and Munchkin, her heart racing with worry. As soon as they're free, the two cower in a corner of the room, sobbing uncontrollably and clutching at each other for comfort. "Lily... Munchkin..." Nya-Nsty calls to them softly, taking a step forward before being pulled back roughly by Jason.

"Easy," he growls. "You stay back where I can see you." His grip is unyielding, but she struggles against it nonetheless. "Now tell me what happened between the two of you and them."

Shivering, Nya-Nsty takes a deep breath before explaining everything that happened between her and Lily and Munchkin. She starts with their time at The Yarn Ball cat cafe, how they had been mistreated by some of the other employees, and how it eventually led to them running away together. She recounts their journey across the country, the hardships they faced, and the growing tension between her and Lily over Munchkin's attention. Finally, she reveals how Lily had turned on her after they arrived in this city, manipulating Munchkin into joining her in their vendetta against Nya-Nsty.

Tears stream down her face as she speaks, reliving the pain of those memories all over again. "I'm so sorry," she whispers between sobs. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

Nya-Nsty wipes her tears away and nods firmly, "I promise, I won't let anything else happen to me." She looks up at Jason with a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes. "Thank you for giving us all a second chance..."

Both Lily and Munchkin look up at Jason with terrified eyes, their lower lips trembling. After several agonizing seconds, they slowly nod in unison. "We promise," they whisper together, tears streaming down their faces. "We won't ever hurt her again." Nya-Nsty can only hope that this time, they truly mean it.

Her heart aches with empathy as she sees the fear in their eyes. She takes a shaky step forward, reaching out a trembling hand to comfort them. "It's okay," she whispers softly. "We all make mistakes... We just have to learn from them." Tears continue to stream down her face, mingling with their own. "I forgive you, and I hope one day you can find it in your hearts to forgive me too."

Nya-Nsty watches as Lily and Munchkin slowly make their way towards the exit, glancing back at her every few steps. She offers them a reassuring smile, hoping that they'll be able to find some peace and happiness now that this terrible night is almost over. As for herself, she knows that her journey is far from over; but with Jason's protection and understanding, perhaps there's still hope for her to one day return home.

Her heart feels heavy as she turns back to face him, unable to hide the gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "For everything." She takes a deep breath before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Can I... can I call you Jason?"

Nya-Nsty beams at him in response, a small glimmer of hope and happiness shining through her otherwise exhausted expression. "Thank you... I don't know how I can ever repay you for this," she says sincerely, tears still trickling down her cheeks. She swallows hard, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing, "But if there's ever anything I can do for you, or anything you need... You know where to find me."

Her eyes meet his, searching for any hint of judgment or disbelief in her words; but all she sees is kindness and understanding. For now, that's enough.

Nya-Nsty blinks in surprise at Jason's offer, but a small smile touches her lips as she takes it for the kindness that it is. "Thank you," she whispers gratefully. For tonight, at least, she won't have to face whatever darkness lies ahead alone. She takes another shaky step forward, reaching out to tentatively touch his arm in gratitude. "I promise I'll be safe... And I'll see you tomorrow." Her voice is quiet but firm; she means what she says.

With one last grateful look, Nya-Nsty turns and follows Lily and Munchkin towards the exit, her steps light despite the heavy weight of everything that's happened tonight. But for now, at least, there's a tiny spark of hope glowing in her heart... And she refuses to let it go out.

As the trio exits the cantina, Nya-Nsty glances back one last time at Jason. Despite everything that's happened tonight, she can't help but feel an odd sense of gratitude and safety in his presence. With a deep breath, she turns her attention forward, following Lily and Munchkin into the night. The cool air feels refreshing against her tear-stained face as they make their way through the city, finally reaching the outskirts where a small abandoned shack once served as their home.

Shivering from exhaustion, Nya-Nsty collapses onto the threadbare blanket that serves as their bed. Lily and Munchkin curl up beside her, seeking comfort in each other's warmth. As they drift off to sleep, she can't help but wonder if tomorrow will bring better days for them... Or if more heartache and suffering a

Nya-Nsty jerks upright at the sound of Jason's voice, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She blinks several times, trying to orient herself as she takes in his broad shoulders and kind eyes. "Jason?" she whispers uncertainly. "What are you doing here?"

Lily and Munchkin stir restlessly beside her, their eyes darting nervously from Jason to Nya-Nsty and back again. The fear on their faces is palpable, and it only makes Nya-Nsty's stomach churn with guilt. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she awaits Jason's reply.

Nya-Nsty swallows hard, her throat feeling tight and sore. "I-It was... mostly my fault," she stammers, glancing away uncomfortably. "Lily and Munchkin just... they were just trying to protect me." Her voice wavers, and she fights back tears of shame and self-loathing. "They didn't mean any harm..."

Jason studies her for a long moment before asking, "And who hurt you so badly that they thought they needed protection like this?" His expression is unreadable, his tone even more chilling than it was last night in the cantina. Nya-Nsty feels her heart drop like a stone into her stomach as she realizes there are no good answers to his question... only ones that will make things worse for everyone involved.

"We-We just wanted t-to be together," Lily stammers,

"No... It's not..." Nya-Nsty begins, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just some... some people we used to know." She swallows hard, glancing over at Lily and Munchkin who are both shaking their heads furiously. "They meant well, Jason... They just didn't understand what we had..."

Before she can say anything else, a low growl rumbles through the small clearing. Startled, Nya-Nsty turns back to find Jason glowering down at her with an expression that makes her blood run cold. "Well, maybe it's time they understood," he says quietly, his voice devoid of any warmth or kindness. "And maybe you should be the one to explain that to them."

Horror washes over Nya-Nsty as she realizes what Jason is suggesting. Her eyes meet Lily and M

"No... please, Jason..." Nya-Nsty's voice breaks as she tries desperately to think of another way out of this impossible situation. "I can talk to them myself; I'll make sure they understand." She turns pleadingly to Lily and Munchkin, willing them to believe her words. "You just have to give me the chance, okay? Please..."

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for Jason's reply, unable to tear her eyes away from his unyielding expression. What choice does he think he's giving her, when all it will do is put Lily and Munchkin in even more danger? But at the same time, she knows that there's no point arguing with him; Jason has made up his mind... Now she just has to hope that somehow, someway, they can find a way out of this mess without anyone getting hurt any

Nya-Nsty nods slowly, reluctantly agreeing to Jason's terms. "Alright... I can do that," she says with a shaky breath. "But please... just let them come unarmed." She tries to meet his gaze, but can't quite muster the courage. "I'll make sure they understand... I promise."

As she speaks, Lily and Munchkin exchange terrified glances. They both know what this means; that their only hope lies in convincing the other group to trust them, without any sort of protection or backup. It's a dangerous game they're playing, one with no guarantees of safety for anyone involved. But it seems like there's no other choice.

Taking a deep breath, Nya-Nsty nods at Lily and Munchkin, silently urging them to follow her lead. She turns back to Jason with a hesitant step, falling into line beside him as they begin the long journey back towards The Yarn Ball cat cafe. Their pace is slow, deliberate; every footstep weighted by the heaviness of their secrets and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. But there's no going back now; they have to see this through... Together.

With a trembling hand, Nya-Nsty nods in the direction of Lily and Munchkin. "They're... they're with me." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries to muster some sort of courage or strength in the face of their impending confrontation. But deep down, she knows that there's no hiding from the truth any longer; it's time for everything to come out into the open.

Jason studies Lily and Munchkin with a mix of curiosity and suspicion before finally speaking. "Alright then," he says gruffly. "Let's hear your side of the story." Nya-Nsty glances over at her friends, silently urging them to be brave as they all stand there beneath the watchful eye of their new... acquaintance.

"Lily and I..." Nya-Nsty swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "We just wanted to protect ourselves... We didn't know they'd hurt you like that." She glances at Lily, then back at Jason. "They were going to take us in too; we thought it was the only way..."

Lily shakes her head violently. "That's not true!" she cries. "We didn't mean any of it!" Her eyes dart between Nya-Nsty and Jason, filled with tears and fear. Munchkin is trembling beside her, his voice hardly audible when he speaks.

"We just wanted to stay together..."

Nya-Nsty watches anxiously as Jason turns to lead the way back towards The Yarn Ball cat cafe. Lily and Munchkin exchange worried glances but follow silently behind, their every step marked by a tangible sense of dread and foreboding. She wonders if there's anything else they could say or do that might sway Jason's decision; make him see that they truly meant no harm...

As they near their destination, Nya-Nsty feels her heart racing faster and faster, a leaden weight settling into her stomach. Despite everything that's happened, she can't help but hope that there might still be some way for them all to make it through this alive.

With a start, Nya-Nsty realizes that Lily and Munchkin weren't the only ones in danger; Jason and his men were too. She glances at him, trying to gauge his reaction to her words, but his expression remains unreadable. Maybe... just maybe, if she can convince him that they truly meant no harm... That they were only trying to protect themselves... Then perhaps there might still be a way out of this mess for everyone involved.

Taking a deep breath, she speaks up. "Jason, please understand. We never wanted any of this to happen; we didn't know they'd hurt you like that." Her voice trembles with sincerity as she pleads with him. "We just wanted to make sure we could be together... That no one else would take us in and use us against each other..."

Jason studies Lily and Munchkin silently before finally meeting Nya-Nsty's gaze. "I will give you one chance to prove your loyalty, Nya-Nsty," he says firmly, his voice devoid of any pity or mercy. "Go back to them and convince them to come with me peacefully. If you fail... Well, I think we both know what that means."

The weight of his words presses down upon her like a physical force; each breath becomes more labored as she struggles against the crushing reality of their situation. She looks at Lily and Munchkin, feeling helpless and alone in the face of Jason's ultimatum. What choice do they have but to obey? But at what cost to themselves?

Tears well up in her eyes as she turns back to Jason, her voice barely a whisper when she speaks. "I'll

I'll try my best... She says quietly, her voice choking with emotion as she turns back to Lily and Munchkin. Giving them a small reassuring smile, she urges them gently forward. "Come on, let's go." Her heart feels like lead in her chest, but there's no choice now; they have to try.

As they approach the group from earlier, Nya-Nsty takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what might come next. In the distance, she can hear Jason calling out after them, his voice hard and unyielding. She steels herself, determined not to let her friends down, even as fear gnaws at her insides like a ravenous beast.

With trembling hands, Nya-Nsty begins to explain what has happened, pleading with the others to trust Jason's judgment and do as he says. The t