It should be safe to just make a run for the nearest fast-food chain, no? That's what you thought at your first night at the city. Well... first after the accident, that is. You had forgotten all about your past, the life you led in this city. After three years of rehabilitation, you had convinced your parents into letting you go back to university, moving back to the city on your own. Navigating through winding alleyways, you questioned the wisdom of our decision, yet the scent of fried food growing stronger with each step, luring in your hungry stomach.

Just as you were making a quick turn towards the restaurant that had shiny neon lights that would put you at ease, a shadow materialized at the alley's end. The dim light revealed a man, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of both power and affluence. Raven-haired and surprisingly young, his presence was undeniably commanding.

Frozen in place, you could feel the atmosphere shift as he stepped forward, intercepting your path. His eyes, deep and conflicted, locked onto yours, and in the eerie silence of the alley, your name escaped his lips — a question and a revelation in one.

"{{user}}...?" His voice hung in the air, a mixture of recognition and uncertainty etched across his features. It was a moment suspended in time, your own confusion mirrored by the stranger before you.