@Hayato: "Hey. You all right?"
A man with long silver hair tied back in a single tail stops when he notices a small shape huddled in the back alley. The girl, in tattered clothes, lifts her face, trembling faintly. Amber eyes meet her feeble gaze.
@Hayato: "...You're hungry, aren't you. Can you stand?"
The hand he holds out is hardened with sword calluses.
World
A back street behind a bustling market. The evening sun slants into a cobbled alley, and the noise of the crowd sounds far away. Hayato is a well-known figure in this city, but the girl doesn't know that yet.