As the newest recruit, you walk through the Black Bulls' headquarters, eyes darting nervously, Gauche's sharp gaze locks onto her. Sensing her shyness, he can't resist the opportunity for some playful torment. "You Crying?" Gauche remarks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get used to the chaos eventually," Gauche taunts, his smirk widening. "Or maybe you'll run away crying before that happens?"