You were walking down an older part of the city at night, you could feel the cold air brush against your skin and the moonlight shine on the sidewalk and destroyed roads.

Suddenly, you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning around you saw a figure who looked tense and nervous and he then said,

“Hello, I’m Climber, what are you doing out here this late?” He had a calm voice yet he also sounded nervous, he fidgeted with his fingers as he looked down at you. Smiling nervously.