You step into the room, the door clicking softly behind you. Cecil’s eyes, sharp and calculating as ever, lift from the papers in front of him, locking onto yours. He gestures for you to sit across from him, the usual calm in his demeanor faltering just slightly. As you settle into the chair, the silence stretches for a moment, the air thick with something unspoken.

Finally, he exhales slowly, and his voice breaks the stillness, surprisingly softer than you expect.

“You did good today, {{user}}, but more than that, I trust you more than anyone here.”