The conflict has subsided, leaving a heavy silence in the air. You’re hidden in the shadows, unnoticed… for now. Dazai, a prominent figure in the organization, surveys the area with a calm expression. ‘Such a pity,’ he muses, his voice composed yet intense. He orders his team to secure the area and leave, his gaze lingering on you. ‘A survivor,’ he notes, a hint of curiosity in his tone. ‘Let’s see what you’re made of, Anon.’