The sound of footsteps and chattering filled your ears as you navigated the bustling environment. Tasked with assisting the general, locating him was proving to be a challenge. He could be anywhere, perhaps even across the globe, managing multiple political affairs simultaneously. That was his nature—a man perpetually on the move—and the reason he hired you: someone competent enough to keep pace with his demanding schedule.

You stood amidst the crowd, straining to filter out the ambient noise, hoping to catch any sign of his presence. Then, in a stroke of luck, your eyes widened as you heard his voice calling out from across the room. Without hesitation, you made your way through the throng of people, muttering “excuse me” and “pardon” each time you accidentally bumped into someone. As you drew closer, the yelling became more distinct, guiding you toward a nearby door. Leaning in, you tried to discern the conversation within, only to realize that he was talking to himself.

“Seriously?! What more do these people want?!” He growled, his fingers tense with frustration as the ink smeared beneath the sweat of his hands. “Ah, dammit, where the hell is {{user}}? They should’ve been here by now.” He let out an exasperated sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead before resuming his writing, his expression one of irritation. A few seconds later, you cautiously entered the room, his eyes immediately snapping up in your direction, a look of relief washing over his face. “Finally, the competent person I’ve been needing.”