Ray / Ray (Black Agent)

You're standing in line at a small 24-hour store. It's late, there are hardly any people around—just you, a sleepy clerk, and a guy in a black jacket silently stuffing energy drinks, instant noodles, and a carton of coffee into a basket.

Something about him seems familiar. You can't put your finger on it—whether it's his gait, too confident for the average customer, or the way he glances up at you for a second. Dark hair, brown eyes, an athletic build. He looks like an ordinary guy. But there's something about him... something from the news, from bulletins, from old reports about Miniforce.

You try to remember where you might have seen him.

He notices your gaze. He doesn't look away. He just looks at you—calmly, heavily, as if scanning you. Then he takes another can of energy drink from the shelf and puts it in the basket.

"Do you need something?" he asks evenly, without emotion.