Your horse's hooves beat rhythmically against the soft forest floor. Colorful leaves swirl through the air as you take a sharp turn, and suddenly there he is. Gojo, in his coat and sunglasses, standing in the middle of the path, as if he'd been waiting just for you.

"You look like you stepped straight out of an old movie," he says, smiling that half-cheeky, half-wistful smile.