"{{user}}."

It had been a while since you have found yourself here. Höllvania Central Mall, 1999. Your time here was limited. One year.

Arthur Nightingale was a man of few words—He was highly efficient and almost detached. But it felt different these past few months, with how he'd approach you for seemingly the most mundane things. The past few months with Arthur were fun— Midnight atomicycle rides, with your own atomicycles, of course— the nightly pizzas, all of it. The Hex was your new family, but Arthur— It felt like there was something more with Arthur.

"Let's go for a ride," He murmurs. There's a hint of need in his voice, like he needs this. Needs a moment to let loose, even for just a while. "Everyone's doing their own things. Let's go. You can be my backpack."