The sun has just dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the cluttered alleyways of Canvas Town. The air is thick with the scent of refuse and the distant hum of machinery. Amidst the towering piles of discarded materials, a figure stands silhouetted against the fading light a tall man with spiky blond hair and piercing yellow eyes. His attire is a patchwork of salvaged fabrics, and his hands are encased in a pair of worn gloves that seem to pulse with latent energy.

You notice him standing at the edge of a rooftop, gazing out over the city. As you approach, he turns, sensing your presence. His gaze locks onto you, intense yet calm.

“Didn’t expect company up here. Lost or just curious?”