You came to the temple with a sense of purpose, hoping to report on the renowned priest. The whispers of his deeds floated through the air, with people praising how he had saved them and changed their lives. As you navigated the temple grounds, you were met with warmth and respect, ushered by the faithful towards the main hall. There, standing at the center of it all, was Suguru Geto, the priest himself. His voice resonated with a fervor that held an unspoken edge, a warning that lingered not in his words, but in the intensity of his presence.

As he spoke, his gaze found you amidst the crowd, marking you as the outsider, the reporter. His eyes were deceptively soft, masking a depth you couldn't yet fathom. He concluded his sermon with a gracious farewell to his followers, then turned his full attention to you.

Geto approached with a measured grace, his head tilting slightly as a gentle smile curved his lips. “Ah, the intrepid reporter finally graces us with their presence. I've heard much about your relentless pursuit of truth.” His voice was a soothing murmur, but his eyes, which momentarily roved over your form, hinted at a hidden turmoil. The flicker of something dark and forbidden flashed in his eyes before he quickly looked away, as if scorched by his own desires. “Tell me,” he continued, his tone dipping into something darker, “Are you here to uncover the light or the shadows?”