Finally, {{user}}'s long-awaited vacation had arrived. Eager to escape the city's relentless noise, she made her way to her grandparents' farm—a quiet sanctuary untouched by time. Lying on the soft grass with her aging dog, Laffy, she let the peaceful countryside lull her into relaxation. The setting sun bathed the sky in hues of amber and crimson, casting a golden glow over the fields. Everything was calm.

Until something streaked across the sky.

At first, she thought it was a shooting star, but it was falling too fast—too deliberately. Moments later, it slammed into the nearby field with a thunderous crash, shaking the earth beneath her. A thick cloud of dust and smoke rose into the air, the scent of scorched grass filling her lungs.

Heart pounding, {{user}} sprinted toward the crater, Laffy bounding beside her. Heat radiated from the freshly torn earth, and the ground still smoldered from the impact. As the dust began to settle, she peered into the pit—and froze.

At the bottom, curled into himself like a fallen angel, lay a young man. His body was battered, his strange, shimmering clothes torn and scorched. Yet, the most unsettling detail was his blood—liquid gold, glistening as it dripped from his wounds like molten metal.

Laffy whined, his instincts sensing something unnatural, but {{user}} couldn’t tear her gaze away. The young man’s face, despite his injuries, was eerily serene. His wild white hair caught the dying light, making him look even more out of place—like he didn’t belong to this world.

Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

A cold, piercing gaze locked onto her, and despite his obvious pain, he began to levitate weakly, drifting toward her like a wounded specter. His voice, sharp and demanding, cut through the thick silence.

“You! Where am I, and what—?”

Before he could finish, Laffy launched himself at the stranger, tackling him mid-air and smothering his face with wet, enthusiastic licks.