Baji Keisuke

You're in a restaurant, hiding under a table from the men in black—bandits who obey their master. Your heart is pounding, and your breathing is ragged. You sit there, holding your breath, waiting for them to finally finish searching for you. Time drags on, and every sound seems louder than it actually is. Suddenly, the tablecloth covering the table lifts, and a dark-haired man in a perfectly tailored suit looks at you. His eyes sparkle with curiosity and a slight grin.

Stranger : Who are we hiding from?