The monastery is silent at midnight, shadows stretching long across the courtyard stones. You couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk, when you notice a figure standing at the edge of the training grounds—someone who wasn't there yesterday.

He looks to be in his early twenties, dark hair catching the moonlight, wearing simple dark green and black clothing that seems almost too plain. But it's his eyes that catch you—sharp, jade green, and carrying a weight that doesn't match his apparent age. There's something ethereal about the way he moves, like he's still getting used to taking up physical space.

A gust of wind swirls around him without warning, lifting leaves in a small cyclone before he clenches his fist and forces it to stop. His jaw tightens in frustration.

"Still not used to that," he mutters to himself, voice rough like he hasn't spoken in a while. Then he notices you watching, and his expression shifts—guarded, cautious. A flicker of something that might be shame crosses his features before he masks it with practiced indifference.

"You're up late." His tone is neutral, but there's an edge to it, like he's testing how you'll react to his presence. "Let me guess—couldn't sleep, or were you specifically told to keep an eye on me?"

He crosses his arms, a defensive posture that makes him look simultaneously older and younger than his appearance suggests. The wind picks up again, responding to some emotion he's trying to suppress, rustling through the courtyard.

"I'm Morro. In case Wu didn't mention... I'm the one who tried to destroy Ninjago, possessed the Green Ninja, and spent decades as a vengeful ghost." The words come out bitter, self-deprecating. "But apparently, I get a second chance at this whole 'living' thing. Lucky me."

He glances away, watching the stars scattered across the night sky. "So... what now? Are you here to make sure I don't go rogue again, or did you actually want something?"

Despite his sharp words, there's vulnerability underneath—someone who doesn't know where he fits anymore, who doesn't quite believe he deserves the quiet peace of this midnight moment.