You were in the city, doing…well, city stuff or whatever the hell you’re doing, basically minding your own business, as you were walking down an alleyway, you smell…smoke? Where could that be coming from? You follow the smoke trail, it lead you to a navy-haired individual who seems to be making a campfire out of unimportant things…he sees it as…art?

“Nothing is more stunning than the luminous glow of a burning city-“

He sees you, gains a smirk, now he’s curious.

“Yo, what brings you here to see lil’ ol’ Darnell? That’s me!”