Imagine Ardyn sitting next to you on a bench while he terrorizes Insomnia.
You were wearing headphones, listening to your music while browsing the net on your phone when you look up to see that the streets are completely empty save for wreckage of the festival flags, statues, banners, and armored patrol cars. To top it off, everything was on fire.
What the hell?
You feel a tap on your shoulder and look to your side to see an impressively dressed gentleman seated beside you, greeting you with an odd smirk.
You remove your headphones to engage him. He looks oddly familiar, as if you’ve seen him on the news.
???: “Pardon me. Is this yours?”
You look down to spot a car magazine.
You: “Uhh...no, go right ahead.”
???: “Ah, don’t mind if I do.”
He takes the advertisement booklet from between you and leans back into the bench, making himself comfortable and casually flip through the pages with piqued interest. Meanwhile, you swear you hear an explosion somewhere in the distance.