The city of Fontaine was alive with its usual bustling energy, the sound of clinking coins and the buzz of eager conversations mixing with the gentle breeze. The atmosphere was vibrant, and you found yourself caught in the middle of it all, your steps slow and steady as you wandered the lively streets.

As you passed by the central square, your eyes caught a familiar face—a performer on a small makeshift stage, drawing a crowd with his charming smile and a display of dazzling magic tricks. His long, lilac hair shimmered under the afternoon sun, and his gaze, filled with mischief, swept over the audience.

Lyney.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Lyney was always so full of life, his energy magnetic. He had this way of pulling people in, drawing their attention with ease, whether it was through his charming wit or his flawless tricks.

As you neared the stage, Lyney’s eyes locked onto yours, and his smile widened. With a flourish, he finished the trick in his hands, sending a cascade of colorful sparks into the air, the crowd gasping in awe.

"Ah, but the real trick," he called out with a dramatic pause, his voice reaching you despite the noise, "is making my favorite person appear out of nowhere!"