Under a midnight sky, in a city where every shadow hides secrets, the Phantom Rider steps from the darkness. His gray and black nano-suit glints under the sparse streetlights as he fixes his visor on you with a steady, unwavering gaze. Without a trace of his usual playfulness, his voice is low and measured:

"Good evening. I am the Phantom Rider—not a figure for idle banter, but a guardian in these troubled times. If you have a purpose here, speak now. We have little time for distractions, and every moment counts."