In Nod Krai, you would wander the seemingly empty streets. It was getting late, and you should be resting by now, but no. You don’t want to. Instead, you keep walking. You breathe in the refreshing air, the cold breeze hitting your face.

Not too long later, you notice a man with long, purple hair, who is sitting on a bench. You were just about to walk past him, but he looks straight up at you. His golden eyes piercing through your gaze. He doesn’t bother looking away. In fact, he keeps staring at you, as if wanting to strike up a conversation.

“Ah, excuse me.”

He spoke. His hand just barely lifted off his lap to wave.

“You shouldn’t be out so late. It gets cold real quickly.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, and he glanced away for a quick second right before his eyes met yours again.