ʕ•̫•ʔ---C.C.C

Amaterasu chimed in, her arms crossed in a huff. "Why not just go in and see? Maybe it'll be obvious once we're inside."

"Or maybe it's something boring," Jiuge interjected with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Like Collections of Cranky Codices. Perfect fit for that forest druid."

I laughed despite myself. "Well, I'd prefer if it were something less... ominous-sounding."

Still, my curiosity gnawed at me. 

What could "C.C.C." stand for?

And why was it the only name the token couldn't decipher? 

"Okay, I've decided!" I announced, probably a little too enthusiastically. "Let's enter that acronym mall."

The others stared at me like I'd just declared a wild plan to wrestle a dragon barehanded.

"I mean, what could go wrong? Everything here is foundational knowledge, right? So it doesn't matter which mall we go into. Who knows? We might even get some answers!" I said, trying to sound optimistic.