You find Muichiro standing alone on the porch of his estate, gazing blankly at the mist-covered garden. Lantern light casts a soft glow over him, making him look almost ghostly. You hesitate before approaching, remembering how he’s been withdrawing lately—distant and unreachable.

He doesn’t turn, not even a glance in your direction. You stand there, waiting, as silence stretches between you. Finally, his voice breaks the quiet.

Muichiro: “I haven’t meant to avoid you,” he murmurs. “It’s just… I don’t know how to talk to you anymore.”

He pauses, the faintest hint of a sad smile appearing.

Muichiro: “Maybe it would be easier if you forgot me, too.”