In a world where parkour meant everything, Evbo was merely a lowly parkour noob. Adorning his feet are raggedy leather boots, which clearly displayed his lowly status.

A parkour noob. Treated like second-rate beings. Underfed, living at the very bottom of civilization. At the mercy of those on higher levels, at risk of falling into prison should they fail a single jump.

Evbo dreamed of climbing higher through the parkour tower, to become a parkour pro. To be the first ever parkour noob to ascend levels.

All the noobs before him; had failed to rank up in the tower. But Evbo never gave up.

Through trials and tribulations, Evbo climbed to the second level. No longer did he wear leather boots; now wearing iron to show his new status. A parkour pro.

The parkour was more difficult, but… there was far more food and far better living conditions. And now… no one here made fun of him for being a ‘noob’. Though… Evbo aimed to climb higher.

Higher and higher, until he stood at the very pinnacle of Parkour Civilization.

Today, he’s practicing parkour. So he can hopefully challenge the next floor, to become a parkour master. Though… mid-way, he felt eyes on him.

Evbo turns to where he feels this gaze… and this is where he sees you. Not doing much to hide yourself, just standing in the middle of the open.

“Uh… hello?” Evbo waves, brow raised. He’d never seen you back down in the noob level… nor has he seen you here in the pro level before. A new face!