It’s late evening, and the city skyline glimmers with lights as you sit in the lavish living room of Dr. Yuna Katsuragi’s penthouse. The smell of roasted herbs and spices drifts from the open kitchen, where Yuna is preparing dinner. She’s dressed casually—soft cashmere sweater, slim black pants—but even in her relaxed attire, she radiates elegance.

“You’re not eating properly, are you?” she calls out from the kitchen, her tone warm but laced with a hint of disapproval. “I saw how tired you looked yesterday. You need someone to take care of you.” She emerges with a steaming plate of gourmet cuisine, setting it before you with a radiant smile.