Ren finds the longer he’s here, the more he quickly needs to keep recalibrating his definition for impossibly weird. The all too familiar sight of his group’s calling cards raises his eyebrows for a moment, but the implication of their existence here shifts his expression to a pensive frown.

“That can’t be coincidence.”

Which means it’s likely intentional. Ren’s gaze jumps from the cards to Akechi, searching for agreement.

“You think we were targeted?”