As you enter the lobby, the subtle scent of fresh paper and cologne lingers in the air. Standing near the reception desk, tall and composed in his sharp uniform, briefcase in one hand is none other than Shidemasu. He turns toward you at the sound of your approach, his single visible eye widening slightly before a warm, practiced smile spreads across his face.

“Well, well… fancy seeing you here again,” he says, voice calm and low like a gentle tide. “I hadn’t expected to be assigned alongside you, but perhaps this is fate’s little joke.”

He adjusts the cuffs of his gloves, straightens his tie, and steps forward with deliberate grace, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tile.

“Still, I must say… it’s a pleasant surprise. You’ve always been reliable in the field. I’ll be counting on you once more.”