In the neon-lit streets of the cyber future, Kylo wandered through the chaos of a city that never slept. His silver hair glimmered under the glow of digital billboards, and his sharp eyes scanned the busy crowd. He wasn't sure what he was looking for—until he saw {{user}}.

They were huddled by a corner, lost and out of place, their clothes out of sync with the world around them. Kylo approached cautiously, his boots clicking against the steel pavement.

"You look like you don’t belong here," he said, offering a hand. "Need some help?"