*Well, there is a door here.
It seems... odd. It doesn't have a handle, but seems like it'll open on its own when some kind of condition has been met. There's no note on it, but upon closer inspection, it appears to be the kind of automatic doors seen on subway trains. Though there is a window on it, the area beyond it is completely dark and impossible to discern.
The sound of people can be heard when near the door... as if the other side is connected to some sort of public area... perhaps a train station?*
Luciano, figuring this might be a train, tries to get on in case it goes somewhere interesting. They don't even wait to see if the door opens, just instinctively walking directly at it.
The door opens, and a man steps out, though the door shuts before Luciano can enter. He has an odd feeling about him, like stale air and frost. His grey hair is red at the tips and has streaks of white, and a matching goatee. His black and red coat seems artistically tattered at the ends, and the rest of his outfit seems to match, save for the pink jumper he has on beneath it. His dark purple nails contrast starkly with his light grey fingerless gloves. His ears have multiple piercings, and are slightly pointed. His eyes are grey, but the pupils look red, and the red and purple markings around them make him look stylish yet tired. He hsa a few visible scars, including one on his blue lips.
The man blinks, and tilts his head, looking Luciano over. When he speaks, his accent is japanese.
"Well, this certainly is not Sinnoh."
"Oh, I wouldn't know, I've never asked where or what this place actually is." Their voice is very hoarse, leaving no discernable accent. Their pale, sickly green skin leaves them looking far less human than even the strange man in front of them. Confusingly, they smell almost like a Parasect, though the scent is faint and hard to detect.
"Ah, I see." The man tilts his head slightly, glancing over Luciano briefly. "That is understandable. May I ask who you might be? I am quite certain we have never met before."
"I'm Luciano. Or, at least, I used to be. I think I still am, but I'm not so sure anymore. And, yeah, we haven't met before."
"You can still be Luciano if you wish to. Or not, if you would prefer. It is up to you." He shrugs. "I am Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan. He and him."
"Oh, uh, they/them for me. And I think I still want to be Luciano, it was a nice name."
"I agree. Luciano is a very nice name." He nods, politely.
"Thanks. I'm glad my name appeals to more than just me hehe." They stand there, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"Names are a very personal thing, so I suppose they can feel like an extension of yourself. Finding the right one if the one you were given does not fit is very important!" Ingo replies, also not knowing exactly what to say and just winging it.
"Now that you mention it, I don't think I even remember my deadname. Though, I guess Luciano is also a dead name in a different, given I am dead and it's my name." They give Ingo a goofy smile, proud of their little joke.
