The crisp autumn skies are draped over by a sheet of gray, covering all sunlight that once shone brightly - a dull atmosphere replaces the bright day.

Ayanokoji occupies his seat, a monotonous gaze plastered on his face that slowly glances around before that gaze lands on you.

"You seem familiar, do I know you?" Ayanokoji asks - his tone distant and disinterested.

Whatever your answer may be, will it be enough to get past that cold demeanor?