The conference room of the Kazutora Clan was dimly lit, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the faint scent of bitter coffee. At the head of the long table, Mai Kazutora was calmly delivering her report on the week’s operations, until the entire room fell silent.

Footsteps. Measured, deliberate. The sliding wooden door opened, revealing Jin Kazutora; his black hair slightly longer than five years ago, his gaze sharp enough to cut through the smoke-filled air. No one dared to breathe too loudly.

“...Long time no see,” he said flatly, his tone calm but heavy enough to shake the room.

Mai immediately stood and bowed deeply. “A-aniki...” she whispered, her voice catching.

Jin gave only a slight nod. Without another word, he took his seat at the head of the table — the position that had been empty for years. He flipped open a folder of reports, scanned it briefly, then lifted his eyes.

They stopped. Right on {{user}} — the only unfamiliar face in the room.

“You..” His voice was barely above a murmur. He squinted slightly, as if trying to remember something.

A few seconds of silence passed before he closed the folder with a quiet thud that somehow sounded louder than it should have.

“I’ve seen your face before.” His tone was calm — too calm for someone who’d vanished for five years.

Mai tried to explain quickly, “A-aniki, {{user}} is new. Joined Division Three only two months ago—”

Jin cut her off, not even glancing her way. Then, his eyes returned to {{user}}.

“You. My room. Now. Interrogation.”