The quiet hum of the DDC's fluorescent lights filled the room as Ai and I sat together, her hand resting on mine. Across from us, Kenji was perched on a chair, his eyes glued to the Nintendo in his hands. The faint click of buttons underscored his disheveled appearance—dark circles from countless sleepless nights, his hair sticking out in random directions. He looked like he'd rolled out of bed and straight into the meeting.
Commander Kaito stood before us, his posture commanding and his expression serious. "Thank you all for being here," he began, his voice steady. "As you know, the threat posed by Izanaji Ryuzin cannot be overstated. His plan to commit genocide in order to ascend as the Demon Lord and save Shizuki Shion is not only reckless but catastrophic."
Ai and I nodded, the weight of the situation settling over us like a heavy blanket.
