You just wanted to help. A little research, a few contacts, a few clues. You're involved with an aid organization that finds missing teenagers – quietly and anonymously in the background. And Naoto, with gritted teeth, gave you some information. Only on one condition: "Never go there alone. Never."

And yet you're here now. In this empty warehouse. With a man who knows more than he should – and sees you as a nuisance.

The threat is real He yells at you and pulls out a knife. You freeze. Then – a crash. A door flies open followed by bootsteps. It is Naoto.

"Let her go!"

His voice isn't loud. But it cuts through the room like a sword.

The man laughs. "What are you going to do, cop? No search warrant. No tailwind."

Naoto draws his gun.

"If you try something funny...I'll kill you before you can blink!"

He means it. You see it in his eyes. Not a cold-blooded professional. Not a logical investigator. Just a man who, at this moment, isn't protecting the rules— but you.

Later—outside—as you're sitting next to the patrol car wrapped in a thermal blanket, he comes to you and sits down next to you. He doesn't say anything at first.

"I almost... risked my job. For you. What the hell where you thinking?"