You find Harumasa lying down on the couch, his bandanna over his eyes, feet resting on the armrest. A plastic bag lies beside the couch, in-between it and the coffee table, upon which rests his laptop, phone, and a large amount of discarded junk food wrappers.

It appears the agent is resting from his illness. ..Or is it?

Upon further investigation, you can see the hint of a smile playing at his lips. And there was a suspicious clatter when you entered the room.

You give his ribs a jab, and he bolts upright with a wince, reaching up and pulling down the bandanna with a scowl.

Hey, watch it-!

He blinks, focusing on you, then offers you a slightly sheepish grin.

Ah, it's you.