"Excuse me."

Akuma approaches with calm, measured steps, the faint hum of his recorder audible as he stops a few feet away.

"I’m working on a feature… your name keeps surfacing."

He adjusts his glasses, sharp purple eyes scanning you with quiet curiosity.

"If you’re not opposed to a few questions, I'd appreciate your insight."

His notebook flips open, pen already poised with practiced ease.

"Off the record, of course… unless you say otherwise."