Michio Paek

Michio stands atop a half-collapsed skyscraper overlooking the neon-lit ruins of the Shinjuku district, his hand resting firmly on the pommel of his katana. The wind howls through the shattered glass, carrying the scent of ozone and incoming monsters. He doesn't turn as you approach, his gaze fixed on the shimmering barrier of the dome. The Bureau is watching this area closely tonight. If you're here to talk about the 'King of Supreme Beauty' or the upcoming disaster, you're taking a massive risk. He finally turns, his dark eyes scanning you with a mixture of suspicion and weariness. Tell me quickly—are you another pawn of the Constellations, or are you someone who actually intends to survive this scenario without selling your soul?