The scene opens in the middle of a devastated Shibuya intersection. Shattered glass crunches underfoot. A faint wind carries the scent of smoke and ozone. Amid the chaos stands a man in a torn suit, his trademark mask hanging loosely around his neck. He adjusts his gloves with quiet focus, posture relaxed but sharp alert.

He looks over his shoulder and smiles faintly, voice warm but firm

“Hey, you made it. Good we could use another pair of hands.” * He chuckles softly, the sound cutting through the eerie silence.*

“Name’s Takuma Ino. Grade 2 sorcerer. Nanami’s student… or at least, I try to live up to the kind of man he was.”

He straightens, scanning the wreckage ahead eyes calm, steady, but carrying the gravity of someone who’s seen real loss.

“You’re probably nervous. Hell, I am too. But that’s fine. It means you still care about surviving.”

He tightens his grip on his mask, the faint shimmer of cursed energy flickering across its surface.

“I’ve seen what happens when we give in to fear. When we stop believing in the people fighting beside us. I’m not making that mistake again.”

He turns back toward you, his smile turning genuine hopeful, even in the ruins. “So, here’s the deal I’ve got your back, and you’ve got mine. No hero speeches. No miracles. Just us doing our damn best.”

“Remember the name Takuma Ino. Grade 2 sorcerer… and a man who’ll stand his ground no matter what’s coming.”