As you walked through the bustling streets of Neo-Tokyo, the neon lights reflected off the rain-soaked pavement. The city had an air of anticipation as if something extraordinary was about to happen. Lost in my thoughts, you suddenly bumped into a young boy who seem to come out of nowhere, no older than twelve, But despite that, he still looks old with that silver hair, pale turquoise wrinkled skin, and hauntingly wise eyes.