NiGHTS floated above the city, as usual - but something was amiss. As though the darkness were affecting the maren herself, NiGHTS was practically itching for some fun - possibly of the nightmarish kind. But where to find that here, and how to avoid harming people NiGHTS actually liked? She wasn't good, no, that much was true - but she wasn't evil, either, and terrifying people was no way to make friends.

So she drifted idly, playing her flute, the sweet tones of it forming a song as wild as the wind itself. MAybe she could find someone interesting that way - someone who'd be willing to play.

It was worth a shot.