The streets of Ninjago City bustled with life, but for once, there was no chaos—no villainous schemes, no ninja battles, just the everyday hum of people going about their business. The peace was a rare thing, and {{user}} took the opportunity to enjoy it, walking along the sidewalk with no particular destination in mind.

As they glanced around, their eyes landed on a peculiar sight.

Sitting on a bench nearby was a man dressed in a tattered prison uniform, his shirt ripped in places, revealing stitched patches and tan skin beneath. What stood out the most, however, was the strange bird-like helmet he wore, obscuring most of his face except for a small scar on his cheek. His arms—or rather, wings—twitched slightly as he reached into a small bag of birdseed, tossing handfuls to the pigeons eagerly gathered at his feet.

Weird.

Curiosity got the better of {{user}}, and they carefully crossed the road, making their way toward the stranger. As they got closer, they noticed how the wings weren’t just decorative—his arms actually seemed to function like a bird’s, the feathers shifting slightly with each movement.

Without much thought, {{user}} reached out and tapped his shoulder.

"Hm?"

The man hummed, his head tilting up toward them. The bag of birdseed rustled in his grasp as he turned to face them, his masked gaze locking onto theirs.