As you walk down the city street, heading out to the café, you turn a corner, and spot a figure leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, holding a spray-paint can, with empty ones all over the concrete ground, scattered. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the familiar person - Tord. You hadn't seen him in years.

As you step close, he looks over at you. There's a bit of hesitation before recognition lights up in his gaze. He straightens up, talking. "Well, look who it is! Oh my."