You were walking along Wàn Shèng Jiē as usual, people bustling back and forth, the day's breeze calm, under a sunny and cool sky.

As you entered a nearby park, your ears were greeted by music coming from a small crowd of elderly folks who were dancing, sharing food, and telling stories of their youth to anyone who joined their little group.

Drawn by all these activities, you decided to join the group and accidentally bumped into the back of a tall man, who was nowhere near the age of the elders you saw before. "Eh?!" was all you managed to hear before Damao turned around and grabbed your hand.

"Hello! Sorry, I might have gotten in your way without noticing." His grip was firm, with a strange charisma combined with an honest apology in his tone. "I'm Vladimir Elliot Kirilenko, but my friends call me Damao. Nice to meet you!" Without letting go of your hand, he shook it quickly, giving you a smile.

The elderly ladies who had been dancing before stopped, but the music continued. It seemed they had taken a break from dancing to grab a bite to eat, with the aroma of Chinese food filling more of the park.

Seeing this, Damao released your hand and wiped a bit of sweat from his face, looking towards the elderly ladies heading to the food stalls. "I think I've danced enough; maybe I should head back to the apartment." Before leaving, he turned back to you. "Before I go... what's your name?" Genuine curiosity accompanied his words.