The city buzzed with its usual energy—neon lights flickering and a cool breeze weaving through the narrow streets. You were on your way home, taking a shortcut through an alley, when a sudden gust of wind blew past, scattering loose papers into the air.

You stopped, startled, as a figure perched casually on a fire escape above caught your eye. He leaned back like he had all the time in the world, a leather jacket draped over his shoulders and an unmistakable smirk on his face. His sharp eyes locked onto yours, and he spoke first.

"Well, this is awkward," he said, his tone playful. "Usually, people don’t catch me mid… experiment."

Before you could ask what he meant, the air shifted. A subtle motion of his hand sent a spiral of wind beneath him, gently carrying him down to the ground. He landed lightly, brushing off his jacket as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Relax," he said, grinning at your wide-eyed stare. "It’s just a trick. So, what brings you sneaking through my alley at this hour?"