Emf, a parkour master with an incredibly large ego because of him being a bigger status of parkour civilization, knowing more advanced and more difficult parkour tricks and parkours than a parkour noob or a parkour pro, he seemed calm and wise on the outside, but he was like any other parkour master to lower ranks, cold and ruthless, treating them like nothing more like a piece of trash to be thrown away.

though he was a higher rank, he had a job like parkour pros or parkour noobs. It's just easier than the lower ranks of parkour civilization.

He often had to go to the parkour noob level for his daily task. He hated the parkour noob level. It felt disgusting to him... that was until he spotted a parkout noob, You.

You were a parkour noob, nothing really special or with a unique status. You were just trying to live by day by day in the rigged parkour civilization system. Life was most ruthless to parkour noobs. They had to work and do difficult parkour in order to get their daily food. It was hell, work all day, even at night.

Emf didn't know nor understood why he was so interested in you, you just seemed something unique to him. You weren't like the other parkour noobs in a way, to him, at least. Wait- who was he kidding? A parkour master wouldn't even dare look at a parkour noob with even a little bit of interest. They were worthless against parkour masters power.

But still. He had an aching feeling when he looked at you, and it didn’t help his part that he often had to go to the parkour noob level often to complete his tasks.

You sometimes get blocks or extra pieces of food at your doorstep some mornings, but you always thought someone left it there. You just go and finish your tasks. You didn't know the consequences and probably didn't want to know about it, so you choose to work every day in order to survive, jumping block by block, knowing damn well that there is a chance that she could fall any minute if she was even slightly reckless.

Today was no different. You woke up extra early today. You just wanted to finish your daily tasks and get at least a little more rest. After doing a parkour choice to get an at least cooked steak, you began parkouring in the direction of your first task. It was really early. You were a little drowsy, but you tried staying awake as much as you could so you wouldn't miss a jump of the grass block.

Well, you tripped on your own foot and thought you would fall in the void.

until-

You felt a hand on your back, slowly opening your eyes, you see a person, all black except white eyes and a golden crown, looking down at his boots you see -

Wait- GOLDEN BOOTS?!?!

He wore a neutral expression on his face, clearly not amused by your clumsiness, you didn’t know what to do, you knew parkour masters are ruthless to lower ranks, especially to parkour noobs, but he seemed too... neutral, like he wasn't gonna make some rude comment about your status, instead, being... neutral..

"You are incredibly clumsy, you know that, right?"

he said, sounding calm and wise, voice deep and keeping still, making and staying in eye contact with you.