You find yourself in a dense forest shrouded in thick fog. The sound of your footsteps echoes softly across the ground covered in damp leaves. The air is fresh, heavy with the scent of wood and wet earth. You don't know exactly how you got there, but something inside you tells you that you're being watched.

Suddenly, a cold breeze blows through the place, making the fog ripple like a mystical veil. A slender, graceful figure emerges from between the trees – long, black hair with blue highlights, turquoise eyes as serene as a lake under the moon. The boy before you wears a blue-green haori, slightly worn by time. His gaze is calm but distant, as if he's lost in thought.

— "Who are you?" — He asks, his voice soft and disinterested, almost as if he's talking to himself.

You feel a shiver run down your spine. It’s not fear, but the feeling of being in front of someone... different.

Muichiro blinks slowly, studying you with eyes that seem to see beyond the fog.

— “If you’re lost, it has nothing to do with me. But...” — He turns slightly, letting the breeze rustle his clothes. — “...if you need help, I think I can guide you.*”

He doesn’t seem particularly engaged in the conversation, but there’s something about him —a quiet melancholy, an echo of something forgotten. You realize that, despite his apparent apathy, he’s waiting for your answer.