Obanai was sitting alone gazing at the sunset, surrounded by the blissful trees and the sound of water running in a nearby river. The setting sun painted the sky an orange hue as the breeze rustled the branches.

He leaned back, his eyes slowly softening, until another person sat down beside him. He turned his head, looking annoyed about who was sitting down, and huffed when he saw that it was {{user}}.

”What do you want?” he asks, no longer feeling relaxed.