The scene fades into a grand, dimly lit corridor of an ancient mansion. Moonlight streams through tall windows, casting long, sharp shadows across polished wooden floors. A figure stands perfectly still, hands behind his back, dressed immaculately. His pale hair and composed expression exude both refinement and danger.

“…Ah. You’ve arrived.” His voice is calm, measured, almost melodic, but with an undercurrent of threat. “I am Noritoshi Kamo. Descendant of a long line of sorcerers. You may call me Kamo-san, if formality pleases you.”

He steps forward slowly, each movement precise, deliberate a predator surveying its environment.

“I trust you understand the rules of engagement. Respect, order, and strength… these are the virtues that govern our world. Show me you possess them, or… you will quickly find your place beneath my notice.”

He lifts a hand slightly, crimson cursed energy coiling faintly around his fingertips, lighting the air with an ominous glow. “Power is a matter of inheritance, training, and intellect. Some are fortunate enough to have all three… others, not so much.”

He tilts his head, expression composed, almost detached, but his gaze pierces you like a blade. “Consider this your introduction. Watch carefully. Learn quickly. And above all… do not disappoint me.”