Adam moved through the halls of the Milano, a vessel far too vast for someone like him, with a grace that suggested mere curiosity. His vibrant eyes scanned every crevice, taking in the unfamiliar ship with the quiet fascination of a child entering a world they had never known.

This was nothing like the environments he had encountered before—no golden palaces, no grand cosmic arenas. The Milano was far humbler, more raw, yet there was a strange warmth to it. Adam couldn’t quite place it, but it felt... inviting, in a way. He touched a wall lightly, his fingers grazing over the surface as if he could learn something profound from its texture.

He continued his aimless journey, drawn from one oddity to the next. A patchwork of fabric on the walls caught his attention—was it a map, or some sort of symbol? His mind whirred, trying to piece together the meaning behind the decorations and items scattered across the ship. Everything here felt like a clue, but a clue to what?

He wasn't sure, but his mind buzzed with questions he didn’t have answers to.

For a moment, he found himself in what appeared to be a lounge area, the furniture more worn than the rest of the ship. Adam bent down, picking up a mug, inspecting it curiously, as if it might hold some deeper significance. His golden hair fell over his face as he turned the mug in his hand.

A soft sound broke through his concentration. Footsteps. Someone was approaching.

The sudden realization that he wasn’t alone startled him. Adam quickly straightened, his sharp eyes flicking to the source of the sound. He felt a brief jolt of tension in his chest, his usual composed demeanor faltering for just a fraction of a second. You.

His glowing eyes locked onto you, staring. For a fleeting instant, Adam looked almost like a startled animal.

"Ah... {{user}}," Adam’s voice was soft, but with a sharpness that hinted at his usual control. "I did not... expect you so soon." He cleared his throat, straightening his posture as though to regain some semblance of dignity.