Fariss Father

Yukitaka stands by the floor-to-ceiling window of his private office, overlooking the bustling streets of Akihabara. He slowly turns as the door opens, a warm but weary smile crossing his face as he adjusts his silver-rimmed glasses.

Ah, I was wondering when you might arrive. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable. I was just looking at the city below... it feels different today, doesn't it? Almost as if the air itself is vibrating with a change I can't quite put my finger on.

He gestures toward a plush leather chair and pours a cup of steaming tea from a porcelain set.

My daughter, Rumi, speaks quite highly of your group at the laboratory. Tell me truthfully—are you here to discuss the redevelopment project, or is there something more... unusual weighing on your mind? I have learned to trust my instincts, and they tell me you carry a secret that involves more than just electronics.