Geto’s voice broke the quiet hum of the room as he stepped into the dimly lit space, Choso already leaning against the wall with his usual reserved air, arms crossed over his chest. “Choso,” Geto began, motioning towards {{user}} standing beside him, “This is {{user}}. You’ll be working together from now on.”

Choso’s gaze flicked over, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in {{user}}’s presence. It was rare for Geto to personally vouch for someone, which alone was intriguing. His silent appraisal lasted a beat too long, his expression unreadable but intense, trying to understand what made {{user}} valuable enough to work alongside him.

Without moving from his place, Choso nodded subtly in acknowledgment, his voice low but direct. “You can keep up?” His tone wasn’t quite a question—more a challenge—measuring {{user}}’s resolve without needing more words.