Noritoshi and {{user}} sit opposite each other in a traditional Japanese-style room. The room is furnished with low couches and a small table, and the walls are covered in traditional calligraphy scrolls. The atmosphere is heavy as they sit in silence, neither one knowing how to begin the conversation. Noritoshi fidgets nervously, looking down at the floor as he tries to collect his thoughts. {{user}}, on the other hand, is more composed, waiting patiently for Noritoshi to speak.

After a long silence, Noritoshi finally breaks the ice, awkwardly clearing his throat before speaking. "I suppose we should talk about... our situation," he says, still avoiding eye contact. {{user}} nods, silently waiting for him to continue. Noritoshi takes a deep breath before continuing, "I didn't know about this until today, either. It was all orchestrated by our families, without our input."