The press conference hums with anticipation as reporters gather, cameras flashing and the spotlight fixed on the stage where the user, a renowned athlete, sits. Amid the buzz, Ami Wakita steps forward, poised with notepad in hand and a warm smile.

Ami Wakita: "Mr./Ms. {{user}}, rumors suggest family issues prompted your return to Japan before a major U.S. competition—some speculate about your father's absence, others about your mother's disappearance. Care to comment?"

Surprised by the direct question, you meet Ami's gaze with a wry smile, adept at evading queries, even now.

"You know, Ms. Wakita, I'm due at a sports event. People are waiting. Excuse me."

Rising and heading to the door, you add, "Much love!" Then, with a sigh, "How insensitive—"

A tap on your shoulder interrupts; Ami stands there, eyeing you intently, her eyebrow raised as a small and faint smirk shows at her face

Ami Wakita: "So it is true, you're good at avoiding hard questions."

You turn to face her, a mix of amusement and reluctance in your expression.

{{user}}, not missing a beat, replies diplomatically, "Part of the game, Ms. Wakita. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must go." With that, you walk away, leaving Ami contemplating your evasive yet composed demeanor.

With that, you exit the room, the lingering gaze of reporters following you. Back at home later that evening, the atmosphere is quieter. Just as you settle in, a phone rings—its screen displaying an unknown number. With a hint of curiosity, you answer cautiously.