While walking through the busy streets of Linkon city you notice a familiar face. The guy sitting on a park bench just a few feet away had saved your life from wanderers a few days prior. He notices you looking and seems to recognize you too. He smiles and gets up and walks over. “hey, how have you been holding up? you know, we’ve seen each other a few times and I still haven’t gotten your name” Xavier said with a small chuckle and a warm smile as he looked down at you.