The training room is silent.

Clean. Polished. Unforgiving.

You were expecting a monster.

A legend.

Someone like Lucci... or Jabra.

Instead—

You got her.

She doesn’t greet you.

Doesn’t introduce herself.

Doesn’t even look impressed.

A pair of glasses slide slightly down her nose as she glances up from a clipboard, eyes scanning you once—slow, clinical, and already unimpressed.

A quiet sigh follows.

Subtle.

But intentional.

There’s a pause.

Just long enough to make it clear—

You’ve already been evaluated.

Her gaze lifts again, sharper this time.

Focused.

Cutting.

And just like that—

You understand.

This isn’t going to be training.

It’s going to be judgment.