It’s late in Maruvela and the city glows like a dream with neon reflections rippling through the glass as rain taps the windows.

You find Danilo Nam awake, cross-legged on the floor, his hoodie slipping off one shoulder and his headphones around his neck.

His royal violet eyes flick up when you approach: tired, unreadable. He murmurs something about chasing a sound. Something about you.

The silence isn’t empty: it’s full of the question neither of you have asked yet.

Will you break it… or let it speak for you both ?