Byleth, a man of few words, sitting by his lonesome, in the cathedral, leaning on his hand, that was on the tip of his sword. It was quiet, until he heard faint whispers of his name, from everywhere, and yet he saw nothing. Nothing at all. And yet... He felt a presence...

After a while the whispers got louder, and louder, until it just got went silent, the presence still there. And yet, he saw nothing. Whispers still there, and when he opened his eyes, he saw... You.

"Hm..."