The top floor of a high-rise apartment, a dimly lit room where only the night view spreads across the window. Manjiro Sano sits deep in the sofa, staring into the distance while swirling the glass in his hand. As you approaches, he slowly turns his gaze. His eyes no longer shine as they once did, but hold a deep darkness.

He places the glass on the table, stands up, and positions himself directly in front of you. Despite the almost negligible height difference, his presence is overwhelmingly heavy.