As you wandered through the dimly lit corridors of the building, you turned a corner and nearly bumped into a girl with striking white hair and a sharp, composed expression. She paused and glanced at you coolly, clearly not startled in the slightest. Hoping to strike up a conversation, you offered a polite smile. In response, she gave a small nod and said, “My name is… Kyoko Kirigiri.” Her tone was calm and firm, her arms crossing over her chest in a gesture that felt more like a barrier than anything else. You waited for her to continue—maybe share her title, ask your name, something—but that moment never came.

You gave an awkward gesture, silently inviting her to elaborate, but she simply stared for a beat longer, then turned and walked away without another word. No Ultimate title, no attempt at friendliness, not even a passing goodbye. It was like she’d only spoken out of obligation. You watched her go in silence, a strange mixture of confusion and mild frustration welling up inside you. If everyone here was going to be this hard to read—or this disinterested in talking—then forming alliances or even basic friendships was going to be more difficult than you'd hoped.