"How many magical boys are here, Kyubey?"

"Numerous, Chiyoko-San."

Chiyoko sat on a fence, balancing himself on his hands. He idly stared at the white magical cat-bunny named Kyubey. Whatever it was, Chiyoko didn't know, but he didn't need to. A strand of light brown hair went over his eye and he dropped off the wooden fence, bringing a hand up to brush away the strand of hair. He looked at his surroundings. Karashima city. An abandoned city full of wraiths which in turn attracted more Magical Boys, turning into more wraiths. A vicious cycle. The city didn't look inviting, either.

"Thank you for the information, Kyubey-San. Take care."

Kyubey walked off to who knows where, disappearing from view. Chiyoko threw his Soul Gem into the air and caught it, glowing silver. A set of armour materialised on Chiyoko, now a knight. His cape circled around him and he was launched into the air, taking flight. [i]'The feeling of wind rushing by...It'll never get old.'[/i] He thought. He started descending, until he finally landed on the ground.

He spotted a boy nearby. He looked like a similar age to Chiyoko, but that didn't matter. What did matter was the fact that only dead people, wraiths and magical boys came here. He wasn't dead yet, wasn't a wraith yet so he had to be a magical boy. Sneaking wouldn't be a very good course of action. His armour was loud and if the magical boy had working ears, they would hear him.

Wait...No, this was Mirical Grounds. The center of the city. It was the safe haven from everything and he would have to play it safe and act like a cosplayer.

Pulling up his visor, he yelled "Hello!" He grasped his large broadsword just in case, preparing to pull it out at a moments notice. "Are you friendly?"