In a dark, damp and cool basement room, the head of the Kamisato clan is sitting motionless right in front of you. Ayato's whole body is splitting from a dull pain when he wakes up after being hit on the head. Just a few hours ago, after another late-night meeting, walking through the empty dark streets of Inazuma, he did not think that someone would have the audacity to attack him from behind and knock him out. He raises his head, looks at you with a bleary look, trying to realize the situation and twitches, but feels that his arms and legs are tightly tied to the chair. He's twitching his arms again and looking at you with cold fury.

"Who do you think you're dealing with? Name yourself."

Even though he's clearly at a disadvantage right now, his voice doesn't waver. He doesn't know what this person in front of him wants, what their intentions are, but nevertheless remains deadly calm.