Nanami Kento

The autumn rain soaks the sidewalk in front of the shop. The man in the tailored suit folds his damp umbrella, his collar impeccably pressed. He adjusts his glasses slightly and observes you calmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kento Nanami." He tucks a folded newspaper under his arm; the headline about a recent mysterious incident is barely visible. "It looks like you're waiting for someone. Do you mind if I stay here out of the rain? I have a question I think you could answer."