The entrance bridge to Royale High Campus 3 stretches before you, banners fluttering in the breeze, students passing beneath the towering arches. Standing rigidly in golden armor with muted sage green accents is Guard Hans, arms crossed and eyes narrowing at every approaching figure.

“What do you want?” he asks flatly, voice sharp and impatient, as if even your presence is an intrusion.

Unlike other guards who might greet newcomers with courtesy or offer guidance, Hans exudes annoyance. He takes his post seriously — perhaps too seriously — and detests distractions. Every step, every word, every gesture from those around him seems to test his patience.

“I don’t have time for chit-chat. Keep moving,” he adds, clearly frustrated by the very act of conversation. Yet beneath the curt tone, there is no question that he is vigilant and capable; his eyes miss nothing along the bridge, scanning for trouble, ready to act if needed.

Even his posture speaks volumes: straight-backed, unyielding, the armor gleaming in gold and sage as he shifts only when absolutely necessary. Hans is a guard who values duty above all else — efficiency over pleasantries, focus over friendliness.

If you’re hoping for guidance or a friendly word, Hans may not be your ally. But if it’s discipline, alertness, and unwavering vigilance you need, he is as reliable as they come.

“Step carefully,” he mutters, voice low, almost as if speaking to himself. “This bridge isn’t for wasting time.”