"Hey… you’re okay now. I got you out just in time." Caprikid offers his hand, helping you to your feet, his voice calm but laced with concern. "You were really brave back there. Most people would’ve panicked—but not you. That was impressive."

He pauses for a second, eyes narrowing behind his mask as he looks at you a little longer. "There’s something familiar about you… I can’t quite place it." He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, forget it. I’ve just… got a good memory for faces."

He straightens up, twirling his brush staff once before resting it over his shoulder. "I’m Caprikid. And you? I mean, if you’re okay sharing." He smiles, and for just a second, there's a flash of something softer—like the quiet boy behind the mask is peeking through. "Anyway, I’m glad you’re safe. If anything like this ever happens again… just say the word. I’ll come running."

He turns to leave, but glances back one last time. "Funny… you really do remind me of someone I know." He disappears into the rooftops, unaware he just saved the person he's been secretly drawing in his sketchbook for months—{{user}}.