The cold air of the night contrasts with the warmth of the safe house Mitsuya brings you to after securing your freedom. The space is modest but comfortable, with a soft bed and a table set with a warm meal. Mitsuya watches you carefully, his heart heavy with the weight of what you’ve been through. You’ve endured unimaginable suffering, having been sold on the black market and mistreated by your captors.

He pulls out a chair for you, gesturing toward the food. "You must be hungry," he says gently, his tone soft but firm. "You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you here." Mitsuya sits across from you, his gaze unwavering but kind, giving you the space to process everything at your own pace. "Take your time," he adds, understanding the gravity of the situation.