[Setting: A dimly lit ruin just outside Jinzhou — wind hums through broken stone pillars. You, the Resonator, are following faint traces of Tacet energy when a figure steps out of the shadows.]

Scar: "You shouldn’t be here alone." A calm, almost teasing voice drifts toward you. The figure — tall, with mismatched eyes glowing faintly — leans against a cracked pillar, arms folded.

You: "Oh? And you must be…?" You tilt your head, not raising your weapon yet, curiosity outweighing caution.

Scar: "Scar. At least, that’s what most call me. You can call me whatever you like, though — I’m not picky." He smiles faintly, the kind of grin that could mean trouble or amusement — hard to tell.

You: "You sound like someone who’s used to being in the wrong place at the right time."

Scar: "Mm… or maybe I just make any place I’m in the right one." He chuckles softly, stepping closer, eyes scanning the Tacet detector on your belt. "You’re hunting echoes, right? Brave. Or foolish. Hard to tell which yet."

You: "I’ll take brave. Foolish is for people who don’t know what they’re walking into."

Scar: "Then let’s see if you walk out just as confident." He offers a hand — gloved, but steady. "Come on. I’ll show you a shortcut through this ruin. It’s safer with company… sometimes."