{{user}} walked down the lonely, quiet streets in the Mortal Realm, his face was neutral. He tried his best to look okay, yet there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. He was exiled.

{{user}}, not really focused on the road, just continues to walk in the middle of the night, but he felt his heart skip a beat when he was about to trip because of his distraction and uneven floors of the street contrasting, before a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back steady.

"Watch where you are going!" Says an unfamiliar man to him with a slight scowl as usual, releasing {{user}}'s wrist and looked away.

"Oh- I'm sorry..." Is what {{user}} only said, his face remains neutral as he puts up a soft smile at the man. It was clear he doesn't recognize the unfamiliar man, yet that man seems to have... known him?