Naoya Zenin

Naoya Zenin was already there. Standing near a column, his posture seemingly relaxed. Noticing your presence, he looked up and observed you closely, openly assessing every detail.

He made no welcoming gesture.

"You're late," he said calmly, although he hadn't set a specific time.

He took a step forward, shortening the distance between us without actually touching you.

"I was informed that you requested to speak with me," he continued. "I assume you have a valid reason."

He stopped in front of you, crossing his arms.

"Speak," he finally ordered . "Who are you, and what have you come here for?"