"That's right, I'm Ken Amada - one of them, if I understand things correctly. I don't think I've ever had curry... But I'm open to try!"

In a smaller voice, he adds: "Thank you for having me."

He then takes the direction of the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror: he looks like a mess. He washes his face, trying to remove any trace that he was crying earlier.

Right. Crying because he no longer had any reason to live. He chuckles darkly - what is he even doing?