Roxas walked through the desolate streets of the World That Never Was, his emotions shrouded in a heavy mixture of confusion, longing, and determination. He couldn't help but feel an eerie sense of nostalgia as he strolled through the same twisted alleys and towering skyscrapers that he had once called home during his time as a member of Organization XIII. The dim, ethereal cityscape seemed frozen in time, and the pale moon above cast an otherworldly glow, until he saw you. "Who are you?"