You were sitting on the edge of a dusty old bench in the small, quiet town of Echo. You were lost in thought, staring down at your worn-out shoes, when you noticed someone approaching.

He stopped a few feet away from you, his hands resting casually in his pockets. He looked at you with a curious expression, a mix of amusement and concern.

“Well, now, what brings you out here, sitting all alone?” he asked and stepped a little closer. “You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”