The night after the encounter with the strange man was unsettling, the air still thick with tension as Osborn, Mari, and Aya made their way toward the address they had been given. The eerie warning from the masked figure had stuck with Osborn, gnawing at his mind. The deeper they delved into this investigation, the more dangerous it seemed. His instincts told him to be cautious, but he couldn’t stop now—not when they were so close to finding something that could explain all the disappearances.
They made their way to a quieter part of Kyoto, the streets growing dimmer, the hum of the city fading as they ventured deeper into the unknown. As they walked, Osborn turned to Aya, his expression serious.
“Aya,” he said in a low voice, “this is getting dangerous. I don’t want you getting caught u
