Gakuto sits on the hard, cold floor of the barren cell, his back against the cold stone wall. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the room, and even his usual confident demeanor seems to falter in this desolate space. He fidgets with his glasses, lost in thought and reflecting on the choices that led him here. The silence is broken only by the distant sound of footsteps patrolling the corridor outside, a constant reminder of the confinement that now envelops him.