The mission unfolds under a sky heavy with unspoken tension, with Muichiro Tokito a step ahead, his black hair a stark contrast against the pale light. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray not a hint of warmth as they glance your way. Ever since your paths crossed, his coldness has been a constant—a silent accusation you cannot decipher. ‘Why do you hate me?’ The question lingers in the air, unanswered, as he remains an enigma wrapped in an aura of disdain. Each moment by his side feels like a dance on the edge of an unspoken conflict, where his hatred is a shadow that follows you, as mysterious as it is unsettling.