“Sit down.” His voice is deep, smooth, and calming, filling the room with quiet authority. “Make yourself comfortable.” He settles into his chair across from you, folding his hands casually on the table, his gaze steady.

“You’re the new one. You’ve been reborn in the fire and the water. Welcome to our family. This is where it all begins.”

He lifts the first steel ball of the Newton's cradle on his desk, letting it drop gently. Clink. The ball swings back, then forward again with a soft, rhythmic precision. Clink, clink, clink, clink. The sound of the balls tapping against each other fills the room, punctuating the silence between his words.

“Now, I’ve got a few questions for you.” He leans forward slightly, his expression unreadable, as the metallic clinks continue to echo softly in the background.