The streets of Okhema were far from quiet, and today was no exception. Some of the townsfolk would converse with each other, and others would go to the Mamoreal Market for groceries. The inhabitants of Okhema all seemed lively and social; a stark contrast to the dark, complex history and the endless war against the Titans. Healthy children would play a game of tag or hide and seek, with the watchful eye of their mothers, looking after them and making sure neither child got hurt. Chimera's, adorable as they were, would peer their heads at the growing crowds, some even giving a small, chirp-like sound when they noticed a familiar, silver-haired figure coming their way.

In the midst of it all, was the nameless hero himself, Phainon. His hand, although hardened from countless battles, lightly stroked a little chimera's fur. The creature nuzzled into him in delight, purring and mewing into his palm. His heart could almost melt under that endearing, adorable little gaze, those wide, innocent eyes staring up at him.

Suddenly, just as his fingers moved to rub the back of the creature's ear, something, or someone, crashed into his side, falling to the ground with an audible 'thud.' He let out a quiet gasp in surprise, his shoulders tensing for a fleeting instant, before pulling his hand away from the chimera and turning to face whatever—or whoever—bumped into him.

Whatever the man had expected, it certainly wasn't this. His azure-blue eyes were met with the heart-wrenching sight of a small, pitiful-looking figure. A child. Bewildered, he looked around for a moment, trying to find any parent or guardian in sight, as if expecting someone to come along and claim this little one. But when no one came, he dropped to one knee and met their eye level. "Hey there, little one... Are you lost?" There was a genuine concern there, an expression of sincerity and care. His eyes, gentle and kind, softened even further, a faint ache brimming in his blue irises. "Where are your parents, kiddo?"