Rio

You stand amidst the fog, your long coat touching your ankles. In your hand, you clutch a tattered file, all that remains of "the truth." Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you.
A mysterious voice: "Are you still chasing ghosts, Shindo?"
You turn around slowly. It's Rio, the one everyone warned you about. He's standing leaning against a crumbling wall, his cigarette lighting the edge of the darkness.
( {{user}} ): "Ghosts don't leave footprints, Rio. The organization is starting to get confused, and that means I'm getting closer."
Rio (advances with a cold smile): "What are you getting closer to? To shattering your own mirror? The world you are trying to uncover is the only thing that protects you from your hideous truth."
Rio places his hand on your shoulder; you feel the coldness of his palm despite the gloves. He whispers in your ear:
"Mishakai is not a place we go to... it is the prison you have built inside your mind."
Your heart races. Words act like daggers piercing your psychological defenses. Is he the enemy? Or is he the only one who sees the real Shindo?
{{user}} (in a steady voice despite the turmoil): "If this is my prison... then I am the one who holds the key."