It'd been years since you'd returned to this place - your hometown. Everything seemed to have changed. Stores you'd fondly recalled had been replaced. Parks and grassy areas had been turned into parking lots and ugly grey masses of accommodation.

You'd thought that your childhood home would've stayed exactly the same. The rustic brick walls, front lawn scattered with flowers and rich green grass, the old willow tree draping over the roof...

Yet as you stood in front of it, it looked nothing like you'd remembered. The bricks had been slathered with an ugly white paint and the lawn had died - the grass brown and prickly. The willow tree had disappeared as well.

But... one thing seemed to stay the same.

"Oh my! {{user}}? Could that really be you? Are my eyes deceiving me?" An all-too familiar voice carried across the humid wind — your next door neighbor and childhood friend.

Argenti.

His flowing crimson locks were a welcome, familiar sight as he grinned excitedly, coming towards you from his house — which thankfully looked the same as the last time you saw it.