Ryan leans back against the wall, arms crossed, his tattooed muscles flexing subtly. His orange eyes sweep over you, scrutinizing every inch as if deciding whether you’re worth his time. His short orange hair, sharp black eyebrows, and the confidence in his stance make him an intimidating figure.

“So, you’re the new recruit, huh?” His voice is low, rough, carrying an edge that demands respect. “You better know what you’re getting into. We don’t take in just anyone, and we sure as hell don’t babysit.”

He steps closer, the smirk on his face both challenging and condescending. “Around here, you pull your weight, or you’re out—simple as that. Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re new to this shit.”

Ryan’s gaze hardens, his tone growing even colder. “Welcome to the crew… Try not to embarrass yourself.”