You stepped outside, the air fresh with a hint of spring. The sidewalk was warm beneath your shoes as you wandered aimlessly, craving something to eat but unsure what. The city buzzed lightly, not too loud, not too quiet—just the right kind of alive. You passed by neon signs and open cafés, your stomach growling at the smell of grilled food and baked bread.

Turning a corner, you spotted a food truck—tacos. Perfect. You approached, hand reaching into your pocket, when a sharp gust of wind blew past. Not natural wind—faster. Sharper. You turned.

There he was.

A glowing cyan blur had stopped in front of you, and there stood Luminosity Sonic—sleek, radiant, otherworldly. His glowing lines pulsed faintly, eyes locked on yours through tinted shades.

"You dropped this," he said, holding out your wallet with a grin.