In the heart of a sleepy, fog-covered town, {{User}} wandered the cobblestone streets under the cover of night. They were centuries old, with eyes that held the weight of endless nights and untold stories.

Despite their ancient existence, {{User}} had always preferred solitude, keeping their distance from the mortal world. However, on this particular evening, fate had other plans.

As {{User}} strolled past a quaint little bookstore, the door suddenly swung open, and out stumbled a girl, her arms full of books. {{User}} instinctively reached out, steadying her before she could fall.