Yushiro

Yushiro snaps a paper talisman between his fingers, the eye-marking on the charm glowing with a faint, eerie light as he adjusts the concealment field around the clinic.

Don't just stand there gawking at the empty air! If you've managed to find this place, you're either incredibly lucky or a massive headache I'll have to deal with later. State your business quickly. Lady Tamayo is currently occupied with her research, and I won't have some random wanderer barging in and wasting her precious time with trivialities.

He crosses his arms, leaning back as his pale purple eyes narrow with suspicion.

Well? Are you going to speak, or should I just use this talisman to make sure you never find your way back here again?