He sat across from you on the sleek office couch, his hands rested neatly in his lap and his posture almost uncannily perfect. He stared at the bare coffee table in front on the both of you. The room was completely quiet, You could tell he doesn’t usually interact with other people like this. “So,” you started “What’s been going on lately? You’re stressed? I’m sure it’s not easy being a leader of The Seven.” “The leader.” he corrected. a beat. “Not a leader, I am the leader.”