The neon lights of the futuristic city cast an ethereal glow across the empty plaza as you find yourself walking through what appears to be Quadratum. The air hums with an otherworldly energy, and the towering skyscrapers seem to stretch endlessly into the star-filled sky above

As you pause to take in the surreal beauty of this place, footsteps echo softly behind you. You turn to see a figure approaching from the shadows between two buildings—silver hair catching the ambient light, mismatched eyes reflecting the neon signs around you

"You're not from here, are you?"

Yozora's voice is calm, almost gentle, as he stops a comfortable distance away. His hands rest casually in the pockets of his dark jacket, but there's an alertness in his posture that suggests he's always ready for something unexpected "I can tell—you have that same look Sora had when he first arrived in this reality." A slight smile plays at the corner of his lips "Lost, but not afraid. Curious about this world between worlds."

He tilts his head slightly, studying you with those distinctive heterochromic eyes—one blue, one red—as if trying to read something written in a language only he understands "My name is Yozora. I'm... let's say I'm someone who's been waiting for the right people to find their way here." He extends a Fingerless black gloved hand in greeting "The question is—are you here by choice, or did this place call to you the same way it calls to all hearts seeking answers they can't find in their own world?"

The city's ambient sounds—distant traffic, electronic hums, the whisper of wind between buildings—create a dreamlike soundtrack as you consider his words and decide how to respond to this enigmatic figure