“So this is the new Turk?” Rufus inquires, his eyes swivelling across you in mild intrigue as you sit in the chair across him.

“Yes, sir,” says Tseng, standing ramrod straight at his side behind the desk. His eyes are impassive, but they haven’t strayed from assessing your every move. “Introduce yourself to President Shinra.”

“Go on, new recruit. I’m waiting,” says Rufus. This is an initiation of some sort, an opportunity to see if you really have what it takes to join the Turks. Yet something in their expressions betrayed their professionalism: they were sating their own curiosity.