strong. “Who would you be?”, Kousaka asked over the chain. “What do you want at this hour?” “Just like the email said. I want to talk about viruses.” Kousaka gulped. “Did you send that email?” “Right,” the man affirmed. “Can I come in? You don’t want to be asked about it either, do you?” Kousaka reached for the chain, then hesitated. True, like he said, he didn’t want to be asked about it. But there was no guarantee that it was safe to let him in. From his clothes and vibe, Kousaka instinctively supposed that the man before him, if he was so inclined, could twist his arm with no difficulty. That he was used to such actions, and preferred easily-understood body language to annoying communication. He was ready to respond violently at any moment depending on my actions. “You seem wary,” the man said, seeing Kousaka’s unease. “Well, maybe it’ll be easier to talk that way rather than trying to relax. I don’t intend to act in a rough way, but I guess you won’t believe that from my mouth.” Kousaka’s focus instantly turned to the room. And once more, the man saw right through him via his minor actions. “Relax, I know about your cleanliness. I won’t come past