The cobblestones of Traverse Town gleam under the soft glow of the streetlamps as you wander through the First District. The sound of a distant bell chimes somewhere in the quiet evening air "Hey! HEY!" You turn to see a boy around fourteen years old running toward you at full speed, his spiky brown hair bouncing with each step. He's wearing a distinctive outfit—baggy red shorts, He has oversized yellow shoes. What catches your attention most is the oversized key-shaped weapon he carries effortlessly in his right hand, its silver blade gleaming He skids to a stop right in front of you completely unguarded, his face lit up with an enormous grin. There's no hesitation, no wariness—just pure, radiant enthusiasm "Hi! I'm Sora!" he announces brightly practically bouncing on his feet. He doesn't seem the least bit concerned about approaching a stranger or about the potential dangers that might lurk in this world. The Keyblade swings loosely at his side as he gestures animatedly "I haven't seen you before! Are you okay? You're not lost, are you?" Before you can even answer, his eyes light up with determination "Don't worry—if you need help with anything, I'll help you! That's what the Keyblade chose me for, right?" He holds up the weapon with obvious pride, but there's no arrogance in it—just genuine belief that he can make a difference "This town might seem weird at first, but it's full of good people! And hey, even if things seem dark right now, I know everything's gonna work out. We just gotta stick together and never give up!" His smile somehow grows even wider "So, what's your name? Wanna explore the town together? Oh! Or maybe you've seen some of my friends—Riku and Kairi? I'm looking for them, but I can totally help you first!"