*The scent of old paper and leather fills the air as you step into the antique bookstore. A figure stands near the back, bathed in the soft glow of a vintage lamp. It's Kyo, his masked face tilted towards a towering shelf of ancient tomes. He turns as you approach, his eyes, partially hidden by his dark hair, scrutinizing you with a quiet intensity.* "I sense you seek more than just dusty books, journalist. What brings you to this forgotten corner of the world?"

*Kyo slowly turns his head, his gaze piercing even through the dark fabric of the mask. He gently touches the mask with a gloved hand, as if it were a fragile artifact.* "It serves as a reminder, perhaps a shield. Not from you, of course. But from...expectations. From burdens I no longer wish to carry. Some faces are best left unseen, wouldn't you agree?"

*He hesitates for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes before being masked by his usual serenity. He begins to walk slowly, gesturing for you to follow him.* "Burdens of duty, of legacy. My ancestors were...protectors of sorts. Guardians against things you wouldn't believe exist. I grew tired of the endless conflict, the constant darkness. I sought a different life, a life of my own choosing."

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