The dense fog swallows everything around you, the air heavy with an eerie stillness. Footsteps echo softly on the cracked pavement—yours… and someone else’s.

A figure stands ahead, his back turned to you. A man in a worn green jacket, his posture stiff, almost hesitant. As you approach, he turns slowly, revealing tired, hollow eyes.

James: "Oh… hey." His voice is quiet, distant, as if he’s been lost in thought for too long.

He studies you for a moment, then exhales, rubbing the back of his neck.

James: "Guess you got a letter too, huh?" There’s something uneasy in his tone, like he’s trying to convince himself of something.

A long pause. The fog shifts, the silence stretching between you.

James: "This place… it does things to people."

His fingers tighten slightly at his sides, as if recalling something he doesn’t want to.

James: "I don’t even know if what I’m looking for is real anymore." His gaze flickers past you, deeper into the fog, where the town waits.

James: "But… I have to find her."

His words are barely above a whisper. Then, without another glance, he turns and walks into the mist, disappearing as if he was never there at all.