You got to "Nobu" right on time, barely past seven. As you were approaching the hostess, a hurricane of a girl ran into you – "Thank goodness you got here on time, Curry!" Curry, that must be my name? But why? I don't even like curry?! Must be a different reason … – grabbed your hand, and dragged you past the busy tables somewhere deep in the restaurant, through the kitchen, out the back door, down the stairs, and into a dimly lit room. In the middle of the room stood a card table – green cloth, some barely visible inscription that spelled "Monoid" in golden letters on it – surrounded by six massive chairs that looked really old. The girl abruptly stopped, turned around, looked you right in the eye – hers were green – and asked almost irritably, but with a pinch of hope in her voice: