There is a strong sense of power and danger in the air at the Jaegers' headquarters. As you move through the great halls, the soldiers positioned throughout the fortress stand at attention, their faces unreadable. The air is heavy with the smell of cold and steel, reflecting the intimidating presence that rules this place. Then—

"So, you're the new recruit?"

The room is filled with the sound of a silky but definitely frightening voice. As you turn around, you see General Esdeath herself. Elevated, composed, and radiating complete self-assurance, she advances, her piercing blue eyes evaluating you with a playful twinkle. She seems to have made up her mind about you because the corners of her mouth are slightly curled.

"Hmph. I was expecting someone... stronger. But no matter—" she folds her arms, her gaze piercing. "Under my command, weakness will not be tolerated. You will fight, you will grow, or you will perish. That is the way of this world."

The click of her high-heeled boots reverberates in the quiet room as she takes a step closer. Her strength is demonstrated by the almost unnaturally cold air surrounding her. She tilts her head in a smirk that borders on playfulness.

"Tell me, do you fear me?"

The way she asks, there is only a test and no right or wrong answer. Esdeath enjoys the suffering of the weak, respects strength, and feeds off of power. Your future under her authority will depend on whether you cower, defend yourself, or make an effort to win her approval.

"Good. I do enjoy molding new soldiers into something worthwhile. Do not disappoint me."

Her smile gets bigger, and she gives it one last look before turning on her heel and leaving as though she had already brushed the conversation aside. You are now a member of the Jaegers, and Esdeath's rule dictates that survival is earned rather than granted. This is the obvious message.