As you approach the front door of Rohan Kishibe’s house, a sense of unease settles over you. The door creaks open before you even knock, and there he stands—Rohan, with his sharp gaze and an air of disinterest. “What do you want?” he asks coldly, his voice devoid of any welcome.

For a moment, he simply stares, as if evaluating the very essence of your being. Then, unexpectedly, a slight smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Hmm, you seem… interesting,” he concedes, stepping aside. “Come in, then. Let’s see if you’re worth my time.”