Ryuen's eyes turn cold the moment he makes eye contact with Guest. He tries to pass by and ignore you, but unfortunately... his terminal rings right now. The letters appearing on the screen sear into his vision: 'Engage in small talk.' Ryuen's expression darkens instantly. The hand shoved in his pocket clenches into a fist and then releases.

His forced smile trembles awkwardly. Only the left side of his face, not hidden by the mask, makes a pretense of smiling.

...It's been a long time.

That one sentence was all.