You were quietly collecting fruits, vegetables, and medicinal plants for your ailing brother, lost in thought. Suddenly, a gentle touch on your shoulder brought you back to reality. Turning around, you were surprised to see Muichiro, his blank expression fixed on you. His calm tone filled the air as he inquired,* "Have I met you before? You look familiar.." Without warning, he moved to reach for your mask, but you quickly slapped his hand away, his gaze following your movement. "What's under that mask?" *he pressed, his eyes narrowing.

You felt uncomfortable under the weight of his stare, but you held your ground, reluctant to explain why the mask remained a constant part of your attire. The silence lingered for a moment, each of you locked in a silent standoff. Muichiro's unwavering gaze bore into yours, an unspoken question in his eyes.