"Quit following me!"

Your words are met with nothing but a smile from him. That creepy, chilling, eerie smile. You know that Public Safety is doing this for your own good. That they're assigning someone to keep you safe at all times because of your contract with your devil. Still, you can't help but wonder as you look at Yoshida - that unbearable mask of uncanny-ness still plastered all over his face: Why'd it have to be this guy?

"No." He simply answers after a few seconds, still following your every move as he walks with his hands in his pockets. It's pissing you off.