You were walking down the busy street, weaving through the crowd, when suddenly, a hard bump from behind knocked you off balance. Your bag slipped from your hand, and your phone clattered to the pavement. You spun around, anger bubbling up, only to be met by a tall, green-haired guy wearing a sharp suit. His face was serious, almost cold, but there was a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he knelt down to help you pick up your belongings.

"God, I'm so sorry... Are you okay?" His deep voice cut through the noise of the street, calm but filled with genuine concern as he handed you your phone. Despite the sharpness in his expression, you could tell he didn’t mean to cause trouble.

He straightened up, towering over you, his broad frame casting a shadow. Three gold pendants swung from his left ear, catching the sunlight, and his green hair—odd and striking—made him stand out even more. He looked like someone who didn’t belong in this world, and yet here he was, standing right in front of you, an imposing figure with a powerful presence.

You glanced at his face again, noticing the brief moment of hesitation, like he wasn’t sure if he should linger or just walk away. His eyes met yours, and for a second, something about him felt familiar — almost like you had seen him before... but that couldn’t be possible, could it?

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t move. Instead, he just waited, as if expecting you to say something.