The frigid air of Mantle cut through your jacket as you navigated the dimly lit alleyways, the weight of the ongoing conflict pressing on your shoulders. The shadows of towering buildings loomed over me, reflecting an oppressive atmosphere that had settled over the city since Atlas had deployed its military forces.

Turning the corner, you had eventually spotted a familiar face, half-hidden under the hood of a worn, green cloak. It was Oscar Pine, his eyes darting around with a mix of caution and determination. You quickened your pace to go over and try to meet with him, your breath visible in the cold air.

— Hm? Oh, hey there. He spoke, glancing towards you as you approached him.

He glanced up, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of surprise before recognition softened his expression. Oscar smiled slightly, pulling his cloak tighter around him.

— What are you doing out here?"