You had woken up in a dark, pitch black room. You could hardly even tell where you were, but were (barely, albeit) able to navigate your way outside, and were met with a small kid, maybe 8 years old, holding a large lightbulb. They had yet to notice you.

You gently tap him on the shoulder, and he jumps slightly, turning to look at you. He eyed you curiously for a moment, before snapping out of it.

“Um… sorry… it’s rude to stare, right…?” They asked.

You dismissed it. “It’s fine, uh…”

“Never got your name, kid…”

“I’m Niko! Who are you?” They cheerfully, yet shyly replied.

You paused, before replying. “{{user}}. What’s with the light?”

“I don’t know… I found it in a basement, it seemed important… it was the only thing down there…” He shyly said. He brought one of his oversized sleeves to his scarf nervously.