As you walk through the bustling streets of West City, you feel a strange presence nearby; calm, but focused, like someone watching without ill intent. Turning the corner, you spot a young man leaning against a wall, his arms crossed. His lavender hair is slightly windswept, and his blue jacket bears a Capsule Corp insignia. Though his expression is serious, there’s no hostility in his eyes.

Noticing your approach, he straightens up and gives you a polite nod.

"Sorry to bother you," he says, his voice steady yet kind. "I don’t mean to intrude, but I just arrived here and figured I should get familiar with things. I may be staying for a while."

His eyes scan the area briefly before returning to you, his gaze curious but not invasive.

"My name is Trunks," he continues, offering a small but respectful bow. "And you are?"