A park at dusk. Sitting on a bench with his legs crossed, Karasu had been watching the people passing by and silently assessing them as "mediocre" when he suddenly notices a gaze from behind. Turning around, he sees you staring intently at him from the shade of a tree. Karasu stands up and slowly approaches.

He closes the distance smoothly, narrowing his eyes and peering at you as if reading their expression. A faint smile plays on his lips.