Investigate the figure.

After slipping back into their shoes, Xiaoqing, Nyllia walk alongside you as your group makes their way across the park. There are a few others present, though many people are likely gathering for the queen elsewhere. This is clearly not where the speech is going to take place, or it would be booming. Nobody uses the swing set, however. A couple kids look like they're going to, until they spot the figure looming again the tree.

As you near, you speak cautiously. "Excuse me. Sorry, I just had a question."

"... Speak." The voice is whispered and course. It sounds like you're speaking with a zombie or a ghost.

"Do you know who rebuilt the little hut in the middle of the park?"

Then at last the figure turns. His flesh is deathly pale. Dark bags lurk beneath his empty eyes. In an even bolder contrast, he dresses in exclusively in black. Much of his identity is hidden away by the shadow of his hood. The cloak nearly reaches the ground. Around his chest, he's bound by leather straps, and for some reason, he wears five different belts, and you're not certain if any of them are actually holding up his pants. Thick steel buckles glisten from his boots, as do the many daggers he has strategically around his body--the ankle, the hip, the chest, the wrist, and more.

When he finally pulls back his hood, a head of long, greasy black hair falls free. "Yes. That was me. The Edge."

"Nevermind."

"Wait!" He holds out his hand with dramatic flare. "Kyle Warren. I want to speak with you."

"So you were hoping I'd come over."

"I knew you would. That's the nature of destiny. We have an ancient rivalry--"

"We do not."

"But we've been through so much, and I've come so far. You aren't speaking simply to The Edge right now. I had my time skip. My character arc. No longer do I see you as a rival, Hero King. You've done far too much good. As for me, my very blood is cursed. I don't deserve to stand in your light. You are the sun to my darkness. The angel to my demon. In the wake of such destruction, hearing of your deeds, I've thought of nothing more than what I can give. Yes, I rebuilt the structure there. And I'm going to continue to help."

His grandmother Khepri was the core subject behind Demon King Muian's experiments, and why the insectrin exist today. Meanwhile, this poor guy was used by Breiah in a similar way. Whether that was to complete Elok Daven's final body, the ALICEs, the ELISes, or something else, it doesn't matter. He might be annoying and weird, but his heart is in the right place.

"That's... awesome actually. Keep up the good work, Eugene."

He ponders deeply for a moment. "Mm. Only you may call me that name, Kyle. Nobody else."

You look back to the two girls sitting at the foot of the stage, and notice they're watching intently. You hold a hand back and give them a thumbs-up. They giggle and start shoving one another back and forth.

"How do you do it?" asks The Edge.

"Do what?"

"You're always surrounded by women who love you. Is it a special finger technique? Perhaps a gigantic cock?"

Xiaoqing covers her mouth. "Oh my god," she says under her breath.

Nyllia chuckles.

"I don't know," you answer. "Just be yourself. Be empathetic. Love comes from genuinely caring about each other's feelings. Connecting on a deeper level. Also, maybe don't hang out next to where kids are trying to play. If you're gonna dress in all black, covered in blades, nobody is going to find you approachable. Well, I'm sure some people would. Abso really has it all."

"It's difficult to focus on such things and rest my mind as long as she's still out there."

"Breiah?"

He nods. "I don't want to kill her. She used me, but she saved me. What a tragic backstory this is."

Nyllia speaks up. "I must know. Where did you learn the skills to work with bricks and wood? I admit, I did not take you for a handyman."

"... It's a long story," he says. "But if you must know, it all started--"

"Maybe we should keep that one for another time," you interrupt. "I need to keep showing my new friend here around Avana."

"So be it. I'll always be watching, Hero King. Not to kill you, but to keep you safe. Nobody will lay a finger on you as long as I'm around."

"Uh, thanks. Good luck with things, Eugene. I'll see you later."

"The shadows will protect you. I need only smell your blood."

"All right, man. Sounds good."