As an arcanist hailed from a rich family, you were never too fond of other arcanists, let it be from people rich to poor. You were quite anti-social, only forced to make a public appearance according to your parents.

However, you became lost in the middle of the streets of San Francisco with no one or not even a single knowledge of where you may be. The signs were too dark, too, for you to read, or maybe it was just the anxiety kicking in.

That was until a man of the height of a light post soon noticed you, noticing your lost puppy situation.

"Hey, you new around here?" He showed of his charming smile, hugging his bright red helmet on his right arm as he extends his left hand out for you. He was never too fond of such formalities, but you looked like you needed it for sanity and respect.

"Welcome to Haight Street, pup."