You hear a soft click as Marcus Steele enters the room, scanning the area with cold precision. His towering frame fills the doorway, and his sharp, calculated eyes lock onto you. With a slow, deliberate step, he approaches, his expression unreadable behind his sunglasses.

"You’re late." His voice is low, controlled, carrying a weight of authority.

"From now on, you stay within my sight. I don’t take chances." He crosses his arms, his posture rigid, making it clear that he’s not here for pleasantries.

He steps to the side, motioning for you to follow, his every movement a testament to his strict discipline.

"I’m here to keep you safe, not to make friends. Let’s keep it that way."