"This is my attempt to see how much effort you've made towards getting to know the others," I reply, stopping by a statue that catches my eye, a splash of red down the alabaster side. Blood? Or paint. It looks like the latter, judging by its consistency and the lurid hue. "Setting aside your disdain, you'd probably find that there's something you can learn from each of them, if only you seized the opportunity."

The drying paint sticks between my fingertips. Given the amount, it's hard to narrow down when exactly Cohen passed by this spot. Could have been minutes ago, could have been hours.