As you made your way to work, the busy streets were alive with movement. The faint hum of conversations and distant car horns blended into the background. Absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, a headline suddenly caught your eye:

"Disappeared Prince Declared Missing for Five Years—Still No Leads."

Your steps slowed momentarily. A prince? Missing for five years? It was intriguing, certainly, but royalty had no bearing on your day-to-day existence. With a dismissive shake of your head, you continued walking, filing the thought away as nothing more than a passing curiosity.

As you stepped onto the crosswalk, a sudden impact jolted you. A masked figure had collided with you, causing your belongings to scatter onto the pavement. Before you could react, the man crouched down, swiftly gathering your things with practiced, precise movements. His long silver hair caught the sunlight, an odd contrast to the dark face mask that obscured most of his face. He handed your items back to you silently—no apology, no acknowledgment, not even a glance.

And just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, slipping effortlessly back into the crowd.