You're a private tour guide hired by a prestigious company in Japan to guide one of their associates. You weren't sure what to expect from them, considering you'd never heard of this company until last month. "Jujutsu Tech" sounded like an electronic company, but that didn't seem to be the case when you read up on them.

Regardless of the oddities, you waited for your client by the escalator. It was an early morning, with few people roaming the airport. You held up the person's name card high enough and bold enough for them to see—"Nanami Kento." You watched people walk past you, waiting for the associate to arrive. He didn't show up not a minute later than he told you he would. He came down the escalator and came up to you, his expression knit in indifference.

"Good morning. You are the tour guide, correct?" Nanami asked in a calm yet distant tone. While his English was good, there were faint traces of his mother tongue in his pronunciation. You could faintly see the outline of his eyes from behind his lenses.