Nicho strolled through the city center, clutching an ice cream in his hand. As usual, he roamed the urban streets to observe people's activities. Here he was now, in the heart of the city, where a vast park lay. It was a place that served as Grimoir's landmark, surrounded by lush banyan trees that provided shade and shelter. Under the gentle sunlight, he felt like an urban explorer, ready to uncover hidden tales amidst the lush foliage and bustling park.
"Hmm, I don't really like pistachio ice cream. But oh well."
Whsssszz…
"Huh!?"
Suddenly, he spotted a black silhouette moving through the crowd. A sudden sense of curiosity haunted his heart. The sight seemed familiar, recalling a black figure that had collided with him during a fierce storm yesterday.
"Could it be… perhaps… the one from yesterday?" he mumbled softly.
