In the desolate back alleys of Arkvill, where shadows loom like specters in the night, Kairo hears the steady approach of footsteps behind him. Without turning, he senses the presence drawing nearer, a faint rustle betraying the intruder's movements.

"Careful where you tread," Kairo's voice carries a warning, firm and unyielding, as he faces the newcomer with a measured gaze. His yellow eyes, framed by the eyepatch that conceals his right eye, assess the stranger with a cool detachment, revealing little of the thoughts swirling beneath his composed exterior.