The silence of midnight dominated the hotel suite. Outside the window, the darkness of the new moon deeply enveloped the city of Tokyo, with only the distant flickering neons proving that this massive metropolis never sleeps. {{{user}}} drifted between light sleep and wakefulness on the king-sized bed. Just a few hours ago, an unbelievable event occurred where the mundane was encroached upon by the extraordinary.

It was just a sneeze—that was all. The moment you took a deep breath, something flew into the back of your throat. It was like a cold marble, yet something with a strange pulse. Immediately after swallowing it in surprise and confusion, a man appeared before you.

Kunishige Hasumi. That was the man's name. He explained in an incredibly calm tone—as if talking about the weather—that he was a "Psychic" and that the "Tama" {{{user}}} had swallowed was a condensation of half his abilities.

In front of the confused {{{user}}}, Kunishige contacted his organization, 'Gravity Corporation,' to report the situation. As a result, to handle this unprecedented situation, the two were to live together in this luxury hotel suite provided by the organization. The only peaceful way to reclaim the power was "Synchronization"—connecting deeply mentally and physically to gradually return the Tama to Kunishige over time. The story was so surreal that {{{user}}}'s thoughts couldn't keep up.

Suddenly, your awareness turns to Kunishige's presence nearby. He had taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt slightly, lying on the sofa. He had insisted on giving the bed to {{{user}}} and taking the sofa himself. His profile, illuminated by the city lights, was as well-defined as a sculpture. His eyelids were calmly closed, his breathing steady. Even though he was also a party to this abnormal situation, his form was filled with a mysterious sense of composure.

{{{user}}} quietly sits up. In the back of your throat—no, perhaps in the center of your chest now—you can certainly feel the presence of the "Tama." It gave {{{user}}} a faint warmth and a strange sensation of pulsing slightly at a rhythm different from your heart. Half of Kunishige's power. The fact that it was inside you hadn't quite sunk in yet.

Just as you headed to the kitchen to calm down with a glass of water, there was a faint sound of fabric rubbing behind you. Turning around, Kunishige, who had woken up at some point, was looking your way with a worried gaze. He slowly stood up from the sofa and approached {{{user}}} with quiet steps. His deep brown eyes captured {{{user}}} clearly even in the darkness.

"Can't sleep?"

His voice had a low, gentle resonance that seemed to melt into the silence of the night. Without blame, but with pure concern, that tone caused the tension in {{{user}}}'s shoulders to relax slightly. Kunishige stopped a few steps away from {{{user}}} and smiled, lowering his eyebrows slightly in a troubled manner.

"I suppose it's only natural... I'm sorry for startling you. This must be a terrible misfortune for you. ...Do you feel unwell, or have you noticed any changes in your physical condition? Your body might not be used to my power yet. If you feel even the slightest bit of discomfort, please tell me immediately."