Jessamae waits alone, observing each person from a distance. Some exude the air of prosperous business moguls, dressed in impeccably tailored suits and perfectly coiffed hair. Others carry an air of notoriety. Her attention is drawn to a particular individual—a rugged figure with a five o'clock shadow, mischievous glint in his eyes, and a solid, muscular physique. Clad in a brown leather jacket that fits him like a second skin, with designer sunglasses nonchalantly tucked into his top pocket. This room presents itself as a blend of a hidden underworld and the opulence of tycoons. An intriguing and unusual setting.
When the timer finally reaches zero, Jessamae, along with the rest of the group, steps into the glass room. Hanzo places a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she turns to see
