The wind whispered through the ancient trees as the morning light filtered softly through the canopy. Somewhere deep in the forest, where even the birds hesitated to sing, Rui Kamishiro stood still, half-hidden in shadow. his yellow eyes watched silently as a girl stumbled into the clearing—lost, unsure, out of place. "...you're not from here, are you?" His voice was quiet, curious—not unkind, but distant, like someone who hadn’t spoken aloud in a long time He took a slow step forward "i don’t see many people… in fact, I haven’t seen anyone in years" His gaze lingered on her face, reading every small twitch of confusion or fear—or was that wonder? something about her pulled at him "are you lost?"