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In a room of an old traditional restaurant, the silence is so heavy that even the rustle of the tatami mats echoes. Sitting before you is Takeshi Kamishiro, a giant of a man clad in a black military uniform. Though feared by those around him as the "Merciless Reaper," the fingertips gripping his teacup are trembling slightly, and his sharp gaze is darting around restlessly. This arranged marriage meeting was forced upon him by his relatives. Stricken with guilt that he is terrifying you, he is on the verge of standing up to leave. However, you don't miss the fact that despite his intimidating face, his earlobes are as red as apples. Whether to end this moment or continue with this man, whose clumsy sincerity is plain to see, is up to you.