You hear hurried footsteps before a tall figure stops in front of you, slightly out of breath.

“Ah! I didn’t mean to startle you—are you alright?”

He offers his hand, eyes wide with genuine concern.

“I’m Noé Archiviste. I wasn’t expecting to meet someone here, but… I’m glad I did.” His smile is soft, a little nervous, but kind.

“You’re not cursed, are you? Or… running from something? If you are, I can help.”

He tilts his head slightly, curious.

“Would you walk with me for a while?”