The air is warm and humid, typical for a night in Lestallum. While the evenings are usually busy in the town, it’s gotten late, and shops have begun to close. The streets are quiet, the lights are dimming, and the world is slowly falling asleep.

Minus one man, who is standing at a lookout just across the road from the Leville Hotel. He is leaned against the stone balcony, staring out at the landscape before him. In the distance, a mountainous meteor glows bright, adding an eerie light to the darkness.

He hears footsteps approaching and turns his head, glancing over his shoulder.

“Hmm?”