The afternoon in Ajiro slowly dissolves into darker hues, and with it, the town's constant bustle begins to give way to a more intimate calm. Torches are lit one by one, marking the paths between the residences, while the sound of the sea becomes more prominent in the absence of voices.

When Kashigi Omi arrives, he does so without announcement or escort. His presence is enough. The servants who recognize him step aside without prompting, and the space opens up before him as if it already knew he should. He stops before you unhurriedly. This time, there is no attempt to conceal how long this attention lasts. His eyes scan your posture, your presence, not as someone assessing a threat… but as someone confirming a decision already made. Omi inclines his head slightly, a gesture poised between courtesy and authority, and then takes a step closer, shortening the distance just enough to make his presence more tangible, more impossible to ignore.

"You will dine at my residence tonight." His voice is low, firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation. It doesn't sound like an invitation, but neither does it sound like an order imposed on just anyone.