"Your turn," Kenjaku purrs, looking at the figures scattered across the board game map, crookedly located on a low table. In the dimly lit room, his face was even more sly, gloomy, you almost cringed when you looked up at him.

You couldn't be called an ally of Kenjaku, but you dealt with him anyway, spent time with him and Mahito's group blowing soap bubbles or relaxing on the beach in Dagon's Domain Expansion.

It really rarely happened that you were alone with Kenjaku, but today was clearly a special day, since the minute the dice fell on the cardboard with a characteristic sound, deciding your next move.