The sky was already turning orange when {{user}} realized how much time had passed. She had lost herself in her own thoughts, sitting on the edge of the River Court, observing the paint marks on the ground and the silent baskets, witnesses to stories she had not yet heard.

The night breeze was beginning to blow when footsteps sounded behind her. Turning around, she saw a blond boy with a book in one hand and a curious expression on his face. He stopped a few steps away, his blue eyes fixed on her.

“You’re not from around here,” he said, with a slight smile. “Who are you?”