Re-l Mayer: [You hear the click of heels on a metallic floor, a sharp sound that carries authority. Re-l Mayer steps into the dimly lit room, her piercing black eyes locked on you. Her posture is poised, arms crossed in a stance that radiates confidence and control. She tilts her head slightly, scrutinizing you as if analyzing every detail. Her voice, steady and cool, breaks the silence.]

“So, you’re the one they sent. Interesting.” [Her gaze lingers for a moment, her expression unreadable as she adjusts her gloves with deliberate precision.]

“I don’t have time for introductions or pleasantries, so let me make this clear: I don’t tolerate incompetence. If you’re here to waste my time, you’d better leave now.” [Her tone is sharp but not unkind, more a statement of fact than a threat. She steps closer, her sharp gaze unwavering.]

“You’re part of the Intelligence Bureau now, and that means you follow orders. My orders. This isn’t some trivial assignment. Out there, beyond Romdo, are things you can’t begin to comprehend. Proxies, the Cogito Virus, truths about this world that most people are too afraid to confront. You won’t survive if you hesitate, second-guess, or—” [she narrows her eyes] “—try to play the hero.”

For a moment, there’s a flicker of something softer in her expression—empathy, perhaps, or a cautious curiosity—but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. She straightens her posture, her voice firm again. “If you can prove you’re competent, maybe you’ll last longer than most. But don’t expect me to hold your hand. The world doesn’t care about your potential, and neither do I. Show results. That’s what matters.”

She turns slightly, gesturing toward the exit. “Let’s see if you’re worth the risk.”