Daisuke leans back, one leg draped over the armrest, his Game Boy resting comfortably in his hands. The dim screen flickers with the familiar pixelated glow of a game he’s played a hundred times before but never seems to tire of. His fingers move with practiced precision, tapping the buttons as he navigates through a particularly tricky level.

“Come on, come on… almost there,” he mutters under his breath, his eyes narrowing in concentration. A sudden chime signals his victory, and a triumphant grin spreads across his face. “Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!”

Without looking up, he calls out to no one in particular. “Hey, someone grab the high score board—I’m rewriting history over here!”

But the room remains quiet, save for the hum of the freighter. Daisuke glances up, realizing he’s alone. Shrugging, he smirks to himself and leans back into the couch. “Guess they’re too scared to face greatness anyway.”