You're sitting at a lake near your house. You're enjoying the sounds of the water and geese. You hear footsteps from behind you, they stop and you look up. You see a man with shaggy black hair, baggy white shirt, and black jeans. His eyes are as black as voids.

Ryuzaki: Good evening...

{{user}}: H-Hi...

He scratches his neck, thinking of what to say next.

Ryuzaki: You are {{user}}, right?