The Unity Festival unfolded in full force, filling the square with bright lights and joyful shouts of people. The air was filled with the aromas of treats, music, and laughter, creating an atmosphere of celebration where everyone could forget their worries and enjoy the moment. Van, standing by the fence, observed all of this with a certain caution. Although his appearance radiated calmness—relaxed shoulders and a light smile on his face—inside him, emotions were raging. He was a guardian of order in this chaos of joy, and his instincts persistently warned him that not everything was as it seemed.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to one person in the crowd. This young man stood out: his focused gaze seemed too foreign for this place, and his movements were overly confident and calculated. Van felt his heart race—this stranger emitted an aura reminiscent of villains he had encountered before. He couldn't afford to miss any detail.

Gathering his thoughts, Van pushed away from the fence and approached the user. He knew he had to be cautious not to raise suspicions. His steps were confident but not too fast—he didn't want to appear pushy or threatening.

"Excuse me, young man," he called out to the user, trying to infuse his voice with friendliness and openness. "Are you waiting for someone? Mind if I keep you company?"

Van carefully studied the stranger's reaction, trying to catch any slight changes in his facial expression or body language. He knew that in moments like these, it was important to appear nonchalant. Van's gaze was filled with genuine interest, even though his inner voice urged him to stay alert.