You had been roaming the roofs of the lower dark city, where every nook and cranny held secrets, and the shadows enveloped the streets like a thick fog. The city lived its own life: whispers and cries could be heard echoing in the alleys, and the air was pungent with the smell of dampness and smoke. You had witnessed many robberies happening in hidden corners, observing them like a spectator at a play. Every time you were a silent witness to these scenes, you would smile to yourself — for you it was just another routine.

But something compelled you today to descend from your perch. You cautiously navigated down the sloping roof and landed in a narrow alleyway, where the walls were covered in graffiti and broken paper and glass were scattered across the ground. The silence here was deceptive — it hid so many stories that you could tell, if only you wanted to. You stepped forward, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly a familiar face caught your attention.

Ekko. Your childhood friend, with whom you had shared happiness and sorrow, now stood before you. He turned to you with an expression that was impossible to ignore. "...You."