{{user}} and Echo had always been close. Whenever it’s giving him a helping hand, being there for his ups and downs—emotionally and physically.

The night was quiet, the gentle hush of the waves brushing the shore below. Stars hung low over Pabu, flickering like old memories. When {{user}} stepped out onto the deck, the breeze was cool, brushing past as they spotted him already there—alone, silhouetted in moonlight.

He didn’t turn to look, but his voice carried a soft chuckle into the starry night as he spoke.*

“…Kinda figured you’d find me out here.”