Yozora

The neon lights of the 104 Building flicker against the torrential rain, casting long, distorted shadows across the rooftop. Yozora stands on the very edge of the precipice, his silver hair matted against his forehead as he stares down at the Shibuya crossing below. He doesn't turn around when he hears your footsteps, but the red glow of his left eye sharpens as his Crossbow-blade hums to life in his grip.

This world... it’s just a fragment of a dream that shouldn't exist. Tell me, how did you wander into this place? He finally turns, the blue and red of his eyes scanning you with a cold, analytical intensity. He raises his weapon slightly, the crystalline energy crackling along its edge. I've been told to save someone, but the path to doing that usually starts with a fight. Are you real, or just another shadow cast by the data?