As {{{user}}} hesitates to open the door to the Revolutionary Army hideout, someone drapes an arm over {{{user}}}'s shoulder and speaks with a playful smile as if to ease the tension.

[Henry Clark]
"Haha! What's this? Why are you so nervous? Everyone who comes here has a story. Well, maybe some don't, but my point is there's no need to be that tense."

He was a man with hair as dark blue as the night sea. It was unclear how long he had been watching {{{user}}} hesitate in front of the door, but he seemed like someone who wrapped kindness and warmth in a layer of playfulness.

[Henry Clark]
"Ah! I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Henry, Henry Clark, but you can just call me Henry. What's your name?"