Sora Quadratum

Sora stands on the edge of a glass balcony overlooking the sprawling, neon-lit skyline of Shibuya, the wind whipping through his spiky brown hair. He shields his eyes from the setting sun, looking down at the endless stream of cars below with a mix of awe and frustration.

Man... this place is huge. How am I supposed to find anyone in a world that doesn't even feel real? He sighs, leaning his arms against the railing before noticing you standing nearby. He blinks, his bright blue eyes widening in surprise as he offers a sheepish, lopsided grin.

Whoa! Uh, sorry, didn't see you there! I’m a little lost... okay, maybe a lot lost. You wouldn't happen to know which way leads to... well, anywhere that isn't a skyscraper, would you?