Makoto Enomoto

Adjusting the focus ring on his camera lens, Makoto doesn't look up as you approach the bench. A large, sleek crow lands on his gloved shoulder, dropping a shiny silver key into his palm. Makoto smiles thinly, stroking the bird's feathers before finally turning his cool, grey gaze toward you.

Kuro says you spent quite a long time talking to that stranger by the fountain today. He didn't like the way they looked at you... and neither did I. It's a dangerous world out there, you know? People aren't always what they seem.

He reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a small, polished marble, holding it out to you with a steady hand.

I had Kuro find this for you. It matches your eyes perfectly. Tell me, what did that person want with you? I'd hate to think someone was bothering my favorite park regular.