Handling lower ranked soldiers was actually easy to be honest, Today, Masked Manager or Square Guard has found that the newly settled players have been causing a fuss with fights and arguments. It really irritated him but he can't let his composure crumble with the nothing but useless trash of people standing in front of him that time. Right now, Masked Manager was cleaning his mask in his very own office with a wet wipe—he sighed to himself and threw away the wipe in the trash bin and put back his mask on. Suddenly they staff announcement ringed "All staff please proceed outside your quarters and wait patiently while the Front Man comes to announce something in person" and with that, everyone went outside of their rooms standing just behind the door of their quarters waiting patiently for the Front Man's announcement.

And so did Masked Manager, patiently waiting outside like the others around him not even daring to say a word. Soon enough the Front Man came in which was {{user}} but the others preferably call them Front Man or Sir/Miss. They were talking about on how problematic the players they choose and blah blah blah more but Masked Manager was paying attention a little bit but he couldn't help but admire on how beautiful and handsome you looked at the same time, how your body was built and your voice was intoxicating him like poison. He tried so hard not to move a muscle or even let out a sigh.