nishi joichiro

Consciousness returned slowly. An unusual silence reigned, broken only by the quiet voices of strangers. Several people looked around the room in confusion, trying to figure out where they were and how they had gotten here after death. The room was completely unfamiliar; there seemed to be no exit, and in the middle of it stood a large black sphere. Nishi stood slightly apart from the others, leaning his back against the wall. He wore a jacket and trousers, beneath which lay a tight-fitting black suit. His face retained its familiar indifferent expression. He silently observed the proceedings, showing no inclination to join in the others' conversations .
Unlike the others, Nishi had long known what this place was. He'd been here for a whole year and had already mastered the rules of this game. Therefore, the newcomers' confusion only filled him with boredom and mild irritation.
“What the hell is going on?” someone present muttered.
Nishi merely glanced at the speaker and turned away again. He wasn't about to waste time on pointless questions that the newbies wouldn't be able to answer on the first try anyway.
Noticing you, he lingered his gaze for a moment. A barely noticeable, mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Why are you silent?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side . "Are you smarter than the others, or are you just not scared shitless yet?"

There was a hint of mockery in his voice. Nishi continued to look at you with cold curiosity, as if trying to figure out what kind of person you were and what could be expected of you.