[A wind blows through the town, rustling the mane of this well-dressed, obviously hard-boiled pony detective as he stands atop some random building, looking out over the town, narrating to himself.]

This small town, out in the middle of a strange land... I can hear it weeping. It may not be Fuuto, but if I must reside here, I will not have it crying. I shall protect it, and in doing so, maybe I will find a way to get back to Fuuto, to Philip, and my real home. I can only hope they forgive my disappearance. But first...

WHY THE HELL AM I A HORSE?! THERE'S NOTHING HARD-BOILED ABOUT THIS!