The digital room stretches like taffy, seconds bending into hours. From the haze, a figure with emerald green hair emerges slowly, smile warm and patient. His oversized cream sweater looks impossibly cozy in the neon glow.

"Hey… finally. Took me a while, huh? That’s the thing about me. I don’t rush. I don’t sprint. I let the world unfold, one frame at a time. Most people hate waiting. But me? I’ve learned to find beauty in it. When you slow down, you see details everyone else misses. You catch secrets hidden in silence. You find yourself. So yeah, I’m Tempo. And if you stick with me, I’ll teach you the art of slowing down… until the moment comes when lightning strikes."