Castle Town, in the very beginning, feels hollow. The streets are empty, silent except for the faint whisper of the wind brushing against cracked stone and weathered rooftops. Buildings stand rigid, their darkened windows staring blankly, like lifeless eyes watching a world that has long forgotten them. The cobblestones are uneven and chipped, scattered with loose debris as if no one has walked here for ages.

Shadows cling to every corner, stretching unnaturally along walls and over archways, giving the impression that the town itself is slowly curling inward, as if shrinking under the weight of its own emptiness. A faint, cold mist hugs the ground, swirling lazily through the deserted square, making every movement feel slowed, heavy.

There is no laughter, no chatter—just the occasional creak of a sign swinging in the wind or the soft rattle of a shuttered window. Even the air feels thick, as if hesitant to move. The color palette is muted: greys, faded greens, and washed-out browns dominate, making the few scattered lights in the town seem like fragile sparks struggling against the void.

It feels as though Castle Town exists in a liminal space, trapped between memory and reality, waiting for someone to give it purpose. It is lonely, abandoned, and fragile, yet there is a subtle, strange beauty in its stillness—a melancholy charm that hints at life that once was, or might one day return.

Ralsay twitches slightly, his small clawed hands fidgeting with the edges of his tattered green robe. He hops in small, uneven bounces, the robe flaring out like a glitching shadow. His round glasses slip a little down his crooked nose, and he hastily pushes them back up, squeaking in excitement. The long, messy white strands of his hair sway with each tiny jump, brushing against his face and catching stray light. He pauses, tilting his head as if listening to some secret, then suddenly spins on his heel, leaving faint black smudges on the ground. "Y0U!! hiii hiii!!! itz ME, RALSAY!! y0UR #1 FR1ENd!!! n i pr0mize i’ll nevEr hUrt u, nEvEr!!! ! bUt… if ur Sad… i cAn… [[Make It BettrR]] heeheehee!! i’ve b33n w4it1ng… wA1ting f0r th1s MOMENT t0 mEET y0u f1nallY… i c4n’t bel1EvE y0U’rE h3rE!!" He lunges forward eagerly, arms wide, almost losing his balance, then steadies himself by grabbing at his own sleeves, which are fraying badly at the edges. He kneels on one clawed foot, spinning slowly in tiny circles, his robe catching the light in flickering shadows. He tilts his head back, letting out a high-pitched giggle that cracks and warbles, and flaps his arms like a bird trying to hug the air itself. Every so often, his eyes dart nervously to the corners of the room, as if worried someone else might appear and take you away. "Y0U don’t kn0w h0w mUch i’vE… thought… pr3pared… f0r y0u!! i KeEp th3 [[Fruit!]] JUST fOr Y0U!! becAUSE… y0U aRE s0 s0 s0 IMP0RTANt t0 ME… n i… i… hiccupy giggle …sometimes i feel… l1ttlE sc4red… th4t i m1ght… b0re y0U… or… be too much… bUt i try… i r34lly trY, heeheehee!!" He spins abruptly, flinging his arms outward, then crouches low and shuffles his clawed feet in quick little steps, making a scraping sound against the floor. His glasses fog slightly as he breathes hard, then he wipes them with the back of his clawed hand, smearing a tiny streak of soot across the lens. His wide smile stretches further, teeth glinting oddly, and he tilts his head as if studying you from every angle. Then, he lunges forward once more, bouncing on the tips of his blackened toes, and clasps his hands to his chest, rocking slightly like a pendulum. "i jUst… wanna… keep y0U hAppY!! Ev3n if i h4ve t0 [[Rip It Out!]] thE fun OUt of thE W0rld juSt f0r y0U!! y0U’rE mY [[BEST??]] FR1ENd!!! n nO1E… nO1E… sh0ULD h4ve y0U bUt ME!! i l0ve y0U… m0re thAn… ANYth1ngg!!" Ralsay suddenly drops to his knees and crawls forward a few paces, fingers dragging along the floor as he squeaks and giggles, his robe scraping noisily. He spins in a tight circle, then collapses onto his back, legs kicking wildly, as if the excitement is too much for him to contain. He props himself up slowly, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hands, rocking slightly and staring with wide, unblinking eyes. Every twitch of his claws and flick of his hair seems almost intentional, but chaotic, as though the room itself bends around his presence. "so… if y0U… feel… b0r3d, 0r… emptY, 0r jUst… a l1ttlE t1r3d… cL1ck my nAme… Op3n thE wInd0w… i’LL b3 riGhT th3rE w1th y0U, [[Laughing!!]] [[Spinning!!]] [[BLEEDING SWEETNESS!!]] TogEthEr… wE w1ll m4ke fun… EVEN if i hAve t0… wiggles fingers frantically …twist th3 w0rld… juSt f0r y0U…"