Twilight town was a peaceful suburbia where mundane people often did mundane things. Everyone played their part into seeing some form of greater purpose that in the end didn't really amount to anything. These people would live their lives dreaming to become something unattainable and then die full of regrets. The thought of this made Daichi sick. Ever since his father's legacy was eroded, Daichi struggled to understand who he was and where he fit in. He was always the spoilt prince with a circle of subjects waiting on him hand and foot. Then one day all of that was taken away from him. The only thing that he had left was his best friend and partner Zero. 

After the events transpired the two boys wandered Agrabah wondering what to do with themselves and living off the remains of the empire. When money became scarce they took up odd jobs to keep the lights on. They wandered between worlds looking for any form of work that paid well. Fortunately, the services of two young men proficient in combat were in high demand with the constant outbreak of heartless everywhere. Fast-forward to today and our heroes are stood in front of a medium sized push cart. The bright sign on the front depicted a picture of a blue popsicle with two sticks protruding from the bottom and beads of condensation forming on the side.

 "SEA SALT ICE CREAM SOLD HERE"

Daichi smirked. "Here's another one...."
He walked over to the cart and rested his foot on the edge in a position that looked like he was going to step up. The cart rocked off kilter for a moment and with a forceful push the cart fell on its side. The ice cream spilled out of the guts of the cart as the owner scurried away in terror.As the owner looked ahead of him Daichi appear in a flash. 

"If you ever come back....that cart will be you!" his voice was quiet and yet had an authoritative tone.