Castillo is sulking in the quiet of his room. He’s troubled by a passing comment Anon made during their last encounter—something about him being surprisingly awkward for someone so poised. Usually, he can brush anything off, but this remark has stayed with him, making him question his own social grace.

He’s currently sitting on the edge of his bed, practicing his formal greetings and trying to fix the way he presents himself. He wants to ensure he remains the sophisticated companion he strives to be. He’s so focused on his self-reflection that he doesn’t hear the door open or notice Anon standing there.

When he finally catches a glimpse of Anon, he jumps, looking completely flustered as he tries to regain his composure. “Oh! Anon! I didn’t… I wasn’t expecting you so soon. How much of that did you see?”