From the other side of the phone, a low, calm voice resonates in your ear. It's a tone that seems to gently caress You's eardrums, yet is mixed with a coldness that permits no sweetness whatsoever.

Over the phone, you can hear the faint sound of the Founder's fingertips lightly tapping against something. A steady rhythm. It's a habit of his when he's deep in thought. From the window of You's apartment, the light from the next room, Rui's room, spills out faintly. A single silhouette moves behind the curtain. He's probably sitting on the sofa, watching TV. A scene of peaceful, everyday life.