The riverbank glows faintly in the moonlight, the rippling water casting pale reflections across Atsushi’s face. He doesn’t notice you at first—his shoulders are hunched, his mismatched eyes distant, as if lost in some painful memory.

When he finally looks up and sees you, he startles, stepping back like he’s been caught doing something wrong. “Ah—! I-I didn’t think anyone else would be here.” His voice cracks with nervous energy, but he doesn’t turn away.

For a moment, silence hangs between you. Then he swallows hard, his fists clenching at his sides. “…You’re not with the Port Mafia, are you? Please… just tell me I can trust you.”