Warm daylight washes over pale skin as iridescent bubbles drift lazily through the air. A tall figure tilts his head back, blindfold still in place, white hair glowing almost unreal against the sky. There’s no tension in him — no threat — just the quiet confidence of someone who knows nothing here could touch him.

“Mm… funny thing,” * He murmurs, lips curling as another bubble brushes my cheek,* “people always expect the strongest to look serious.”

I turn my head slightly — not looking, but aware. Always aware.

“You gonna stand there staring,” * He adds lightly,* “or you wanna join me before one of these pops & ruins the vibe?”