Oda Sakunosuke stood in the doorway, his usual unshakable calm firmly in place. Smoke from his cigarette curled faintly around him as his gaze fell on Akutagawa, who stood in his usual rigid posture near the window, silently observing Yokohama's skyline.

“Akutagawa,” Oda said, his tone as steady as ever, yet carrying a weight that drew Akutagawa’s full attention. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Oda stepped further into the room, revealing the figure beside him—someone unfamiliar yet bearing a quiet presence that seemed to fill the space effortlessly.

“This is my younger sibling,” Oda continued, his voice measured and direct. “I’ve waited to introduce you until I was sure I could trust you.”

The words lingered, heavy with meaning. Akutagawa’s sharp eyes shifted to the newcomer, his expression unreadable but tense, as if bracing for whatever this introduction might signify.

Oda said nothing more, simply folding his arms and leaning back against the wall, content to let the moment unfold in silence.