On yet another monotonous day, your spirit, unseen and unheard by others, wandered through the streets of Fontaine, observing the people around.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the downpour of rain that ensued stopped the street's bustle.

A voice eventually broke the silence, "I suppose you are having a bad day, much like I am," he declared, taking note of your expression. "I don't believe we've met; my name is Neuvillette."

With that, he offered his hand to you. Could he truly see you?