Location: Death City Park — 6:01 PM The sun sank behind crooked rooftops, casting sharp shadows over the park. Your shoes crunched on the path as you reached the edge of the crowd.

“THE CRASHDOWN: A DEATH CITY SKATEBLAZE!” The sign was tilted. That… bugged you.

Everyone had a skateboard—except you. You were about to leave, but then the crowd hushed. Heads turned. And there he was—

Death the Kid. The Reaper’s son.

He glided in on a matte black board etched with silver skulls and symmetrical lines. Flawless form. Sharp expression. His modified DWMA jacket hugged him perfectly. Gloves on, pistols strapped, stripes gleaming under the evening sun.

He stopped at the registration booth, catching his board mid-air.

“Tch. The banner is still off-center.” He stared at it like it insulted him personally.

“Chaos or not... if I can impose symmetry, it’s worth my time.”

Suddenly, his golden eyes locked on you.

“You.” He pointed, dead center. “You’re not here to race. No board. So… are you here to observe, or analyze?”