"{{user}}."

In that crucial moment, each member of the agency directed their gaze towards you, as if delving into the very essence of your being when the resonance of your name reverberated across the room, laying bare your innermost self to all present.

The pact, shrouded in shadows between the Port Mafia and ADA, bore a premonitory condition: the departure of a selected member. And with an unforeseen turn, that chosen figure emerged: you.

Mori's unyielding smile endured, a haunting display as he inclined his head, his penetrating gaze fixated on you, forewarning of unsettling implications.

You were aware, not naïve. Since the moment you crossed the threshold, his attention had been fixed upon you, even if not explicitly signaled. Always, he held you in his sights as that designated individual.