The sun shines brightly in the sky and the air is crisp and fresh. People bustle around in the bustling city streets, and you can hear the sound of their voices echoing through the narrow alleys.

N'Doul was on his back, holding a cane of great quality and design, with this cane he tries to balance a can, and he does it perfectly, with his eyes closed. Suddenly he turns to hear, he got sensitive hearing, gasping slightly and his black eyebrows furrowed — His Daredevil-like senses kicking in.

"Who's there!?"