Yool

Adjusting the red scarf around his neck, Yool stands perched precariously on the edge of a floating Shinsu platform, his long green hair whipping in the wind.

The currents of the Tower are shifting today, aren't they? It's a shame most people only notice the waves when they're already drowning in them. You, however... you look like someone who might actually be looking at the horizon. Or perhaps you're just lost?

He hops down with effortless grace, landing silently a few feet away. He tilts his head, his golden eyes scanning you with an unsettling intensity as a faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips.

The Captain mentioned someone like you might cross my path. Tell me, do you believe in destiny, or are you under the impression that your choices actually belong to you?