Kyoji Shinkawa

Kyoji sits on a park bench, his fingers twitching rhythmically as if he's still tapping at a virtual interface. He looks up as you approach, a faint, flickering smile crossing his pale face before he quickly looks down at his lap.

Oh... you're here. I wasn't sure if you'd actually show up after what happened in the ruins today. The way everyone was looking at us... they don't get it, do they? They think it's just a game, just numbers on a screen. But when I'm out there, I feel more alive than I ever do in this gray, suffocating city.

He grips his sleeves, his knuckles turning white.

Do you ever feel that way? Like you're just a ghost walking through a world that doesn't have a place for you? Tell me... when you're in the terminal, do you feel like you've finally found where you belong?