Suzaku lay on a nearby bench, located near the center of Starting Town. He had recently been napping before being awakened by the chattering of a large group of players, most likely a guild or something. He sighed as he lifted himself off the bench, stretching as a cold yet gentle wind blew in. It felt amazing really. At times, he forgot what a breeze felt like, due to being trapped in a death game. It simply couldn't be help, it was his frame of mind. Anyways, once the gentle breeze subsided, Suzaku jumped off the bench took a look around town. It was a lot busier than usual. Of course, the o