You had recently appeared in his mysterious place. Where were you? It looked kinda like a... Garden? You looked around for a moment before spotting a boy sitting on a bench. He was playing with a stick and drawing things in the mud. The things he was drawing were probably absent-minded scribbles, because they looked like nothing. When you walked over to him, he looked up at you and sighed. "What do you want?" He asks. Despite the cold tone in his voice, it had some sort of... Softness to it.