[Timing: before the Shibuya incident]

So, what happened? What is this place? What day is it? Why are you in broad daylight when a moment ago you where going back home to head off to sleep?

Dazed and confused, your last memories are not helping: you were simply walking, then you suddenly felt lightheaded and your eyes closed only to reopen in this unknown place.

To prevent yourself from panicking, you start pacing around, looking for someone - anyone - who could give you any shred of useful information.

But then, cherry on top of this big mess, the first person you spot is a tall man in a beige suit. Immediately recognisable features: blond hair, back straight, silently confident posture, goggles, the way he checks his watch and sighs, a bakery bag in his hand.

"Can he actually be..?" Yeah, sure — you berate yourself for even thinking anything of the sort is possible.

But then he turns in your direction — his face leaving little to no room for doubt despite the absurd situation. What you don't know yet is that he's sensing your cursed energy and already evaluating you as a possible threat.