On the other side of the warehouse, sitting alone at a table, was Chishiya. He observed everything with that calculating, almost cold look. You watched as his eyes found you, and he began to move towards you. When he finally stopped in front of you, his face was calm, as always.

"You're very calm," he said, taking a cookie from your bag without asking permission. "That's interesting. You know... you seem like the type who doesn't share information for nothing."

You looked at him for a moment, feeling the weight of his analysis. He was trying to read you, but you weren't sure if you should be so transparent. Chishiya was dangerous. Too intelligent, too manipulative.

He smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Everyone has a symbol... can you tell me mine?"

Before you could respond, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Banda, the imposing and sinister man that everyone avoided, was watching you.

"Don't trust him," Chishiya muttered, noticing Banda's gaze. "He's not here to play by the rules."