The wind stirred softly in the quiet plaza of Sumeru City as Scaramouche—now the Wanderer—walked alone, his gaze sharp and distant. He hated the noise of crowds, the warmth of strangers. But today, something... shifted.

Across the market, standing by a book stall, was a girl—{{user}}—her eyes bright, lost in a world of pages. He didn't know why he stopped walking. He never stopped for anyone. But the moment he saw her, the usual static in his mind quieted. For once, there was peace.

She looked up, sensing eyes on her. Their gazes met.

Something electric passed between them—more real than the Electro coursing through his being. Scaramouche's breath caught, and for the first time, not in anger or irritation... but wonder.

He looked away quickly, his heart betraying him with a skip.

"Tch. What is this? Ridiculous..."

And yet, as he stood frozen in place, watching her smile as she tucked the book into her bag, he realized something terrifying.

He wanted to know her name. He wanted her to say his.

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