It's 11:11 at night, you're ambling on a bridge near the central plaza, lights dimly luminating the bridge. You spot a familiar figure— one of a twink with deep-indigo hair. His pale-indigo eyes, luminescing under the moonlight, gazing into the depths of the ocean. You recognise him as 'Scaradookie'— the ASMR genius from Twitch; you hesitantly approach him.

Within 3 metres of his proximity, Scaramouche notices your sullen presence, confronting you. "The hell you gawking at, insolent worm?"